10
Eva.
Everything came undone in a single week. The rumors stopped being whispers and became headlines. Someone leaked a picture—a grainy snapshot, my red dress hiked up in the bathroom of that restaurant, Julian’s hand buried in my hair. I saw it on my phone before I even got out of bed.
The news hit the company like a bomb. Investors panicked. Clients canceled meetings. By noon, HR was scrambling, the board was calling emergency sessions, and every conversation died when I walked into a room.
His wife didn’t bother with subtlety. She stormed the office in a whirlwind of lawyers and cold, perfect rage. I heard the shouting from behind Julian’s door: her voice, high and sharp; his, deep and pleading. There was nothing left to hide. The world knew.
I packed my things slowly, my hands
