Charlotte stormed out of Damien's office, her stiletto heels striking the marble floor with enough force to crack it. Five years. Five goddamn years of playing the dutiful fiancée, smiling for families, attending insufferable charity galas—and still, Damien Rodriguez looked at her like she was something unpleasant stuck to the bottom of his shoe.
The whispers started before she'd even made it to the elevators.
"Look, that's Mr. Rodriguez's fiancée."
"I pity her."
"Mr. Rodriguez never pays her any attention."
Charlotte's steps faltered. Her fingers curled into fists, manicured nails biting into her palms.
"Why would he? His heart belongs to someone else for sure."
That one stopped her cold.
Someone else? Damien has always been cold and manipulative.
Her head snapped
