Scarlett POV
Wednesday.
I was glued to my desk, wrapping up the last bits of the day’s work, when a coworker popped her head in.
“Hey Scarlett, are you coming down for dinner with us?”
I smiled politely. “Can’t tonight. Still buried in this.”
“You cook? Or got someone at home doing it for you?” she teased.
“Single life’s rough, huh?” another one chimed in with fake sympathy.
I just laughed it off without saying much. Only Denise and the HR person who’d done my second interview knew I was still technically married. Everyone else assumed I was single, and I let them. My personal life was staying in its lane.
After they left, I powered through and finished early. Denise had made it clear: every Wednesday and Sunday, I needed to stop by Havenwoods.
This was my second time, so I knew t
