The next morning, I didn't reply to a single message from Ethan. After washing up, I changed into a loose button-down and went to the office.
It was my first time back since I'd left. The moment I walked into the open workspace, the chatter stopped. A few people looked at me, then quickly looked away. I heard someone whisper.
"That's her."
"The one from the video yesterday."
"The one who made her husband kneel."
I didn't stop. I walked straight to the conference room.
The door was half-open. Inside, I heard Ethan's voice.
"She's been emotionally unstable lately—pregnancy does that. A lot of it was impulsive. If she comes back asking for her project bonus, I hope no one lets her influence the decision."
I froze mid-step. The next second, Claire pushed the door open. The moment she s
