CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Life is strange, right? One moment you have your whole life figured out and the next, there are cracks in your marriage you never saw coming. I was willing to work on it and I was happier, he wanted to work out things too.
Racheal was wrong. She had to be.
I was the one on the wrong. I overreacted over something so trivial. Perhaps I'd read one too many novels in high school or watched a million movies but I needed to believe he was a good person. He wouldn't hurt me, not after the lunch. In few hours, I'd be in Paris. Was I excited about it? Not even in the slightest. This was more of a curtsey call for me. Mr. Laurent was one of my biggest clients and I'd be damned if I lost him. Rumors had it a couple of top marketing agencies were trying to poach him from under
