A charged silence filled the room, thick as smoke. Cynthia’s pulse pounded in her ears as she stared at Collins, her past colliding violently with her present.
Mike, unfazed, leaned against the desk and smirked, his fingers still resting possessively on her thigh. “Well, well, look who decided to drop by unannounced,” he drawled, reaching for his slacks without a shred of shame. “You could have met my wife at the gala, but here you are, catching her in my office instead.”
Wife.
Cynthia’s breath hitched, her stomach twisting. The word felt like chains around her neck.
Collins still hadn’t moved, his eyes locked on her—half-naked, flushed, trembling.
The betrayal in his gaze made her insides churn.
“Collins…” her voice cracked.
That was all it took.
Collins’ expression shifted, his l
