April stared at her phone screen, her fingers hovering over the keyboard as she tried to think of something to text Gina. But no words came to her.
What was she even supposed to say? Yes, today is Richard’s birthday, and I, his so-called wife, didn’t even know? That was pathetic.
She sighed and locked her phone, placing it face-down on her desk.
Around her, the office was buzzing with low murmurs, the same topic on everyone’s lips—Richard’s birthday.
She could hear her colleagues whispering in hushed voices, stealing glances toward the VIP elevator that led to the top floor where Richard’s office was. Some were even excitedly discussing what kind of celebration he might have later.
“I heard Miss Tonia brought in a whole pile of gifts for him this morning.”
“Yes! She even kissed him i
