ARTHUR
The slam of my office door jerked me upright, which was followed by the clicking of Samantha’s heels.
My brows were furrowed at her as she slammed her fist into the table and glared at me.
“You think I wouldn’t know that you’ve been asking the private investigator to get you information of her?”
I immediately knew exactly who she was talking about, and so with gritted teeth, I leaned back against my chair.
“And what does that have to do with you, Samantha?”I asked without second thought. The hurt that flashed in her eyes made me regret my question, but I didn’t take it back at the same time.
“What does that have to do with your wife?” She asked in a breathless, shaky tone. I sighed.
“I’m not doing anything, Samantha. And I hope you aren’t trying to blow this out of proporti
