OLIVER’S POV
Sitting at the head of the long mahogany table in the boardroom, I should’ve been focused on the presentation in front of me. The screen displayed a graph of market trends, and one of the executives droned on about stock prices and projections for the next quarter. But I couldn’t concentrate. My mind was stuck on last night, replaying the argument I’d had with Isla over and over like a broken record.
I didn’t get any satisfaction from being so controlling, especially over her social life. I hated seeing the tears in her eyes and the way her voice cracked when she said she’d thought we were becoming friends. It left a bitter taste in my mouth.
I know Isla would never cheat on me; she’s not that kind of person. But Ethan? I didn’t trust him. I didn’t even know him, but someth
