I began to hear footsteps approaching the door, so I quickly dipped the phone in my handbag before closing back the drawer.
“What is keeping you so long…” His voice echoed as he entered the office while I sat on the toilet seat, pretending to be using the restroom.
This was the only way to avoid him suspecting I had found out anything. I could hear the loud pounding of my heart against my ribs, the bag clutched instinctively to my chest.
“I am here.” I replied with a loud voice.
“Baby, do you have a stomach upset?” He asked.
I took a deep breath to control my heavy breathing as a lot of thoughts ran through my mind over the phone in my possession and why my husband had it with him.
“Do you have constipation? Let me get the doctors ready. I will attend the meeting myself.” He added wi
