(Layla’s POV)
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My heart pounded in my chest as I bolted down the hallway, with my heels loudly clicked against the marble floor. I could not believe Madeline could just waltz into his office without an appointment. Was she that special to him?
URGH! I hated to look at that face of hers with thick makeup and fiery red lipstick on her pouty lips. And that perfect blonde curls that bounce when she walked. Even her high-pitched sweet voice annoyed me.
“Come on!” I muttered to myself, while slamming my hand against the elevator button, desperately waiting for it to open. It was humiliating to see my husband in the news cheated on me with another woman, just three weeks after our grand wedding. I could already see people staring at me, whispering gossip as I walked past them.
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