The moment Raymond saw the face of the person talking to Winona through the gap around the corner, his mind went blank.
It was Mike.
Mike, the fashion magazine editor who had tricked Winona into signing that false contract.
What were they talking about?
A kiss?
An act?
Spanish?
A terrible feeling rose in Raymond's chest, and the fingers holding his wineglass trembled slightly.
He realized that the Winona he thought he knew might not be the real her at all.
Winona had not seen Raymond. One hand rested on Mike's shoulder, and her laughter grew even more brazen. "Thanks to you back then, I was able to use my boss's wife's nude photos to force her out! Now I'm pregnant with my boss's child. Mike, it won't be long before I'm the rightful Mrs. Morrow!"
Mike threw his head back in laugh
