Chapter 2

To understand Myra's question, you have to go back to how Scott and I first met.

The year I graduated, I chose to stay on at the university, and not long after I became a lecturer in the finance department.

The school ran a finance seminar made up of working professionals, and Scott was one of them.

"I told you when you got married, the two of you weren't right for each other! That man is a schemer, and you just wouldn't listen!"

Myra laid into me without holding anything back.

"Where's the proof he's cheating? Show me. I want to know which little tramp has the nerve to pull something like this!"

I quietly opened Scott's secret account. Myra looked, then snapped a photo of the screen.

"She doesn't look like anyone decent. Let me ask around, see if anyone knows her."

Before I could get a word out, the video on Scott's secret account was suddenly gone.

I tapped back into his profile to check again. Gone, for real.

"Do you think there's any chance it's a misunderstanding?"

Even I thought it sounded ridiculous coming out of my own mouth.

Myra looked me up and down, then flicked me on the forehead, exasperated.

"Are you an idiot or what?"

A second later, a text came in from a number I didn't know.

【Miss Finch! You're past your prime. You're not good enough for him anymore. Please let go!】

My eyes narrowed, and I dialed the number straight back.

She hung up on me and sent another text.

【I'll be waiting for you on the seventeenth floor of Skyline Crown. If you don't have the guts, then forget I said anything.】

Myra blew up on the spot.

"The mistress is acting like she's the wronged one? Oh, I have got to see this for myself!"

I hung the closed sign on the door, and Myra and I drove straight to Skyline Crown.

When we reached the seventeenth floor, a server stopped us at the entrance.

"I'm sorry, ladies. This floor has been reserved privately."

Myra had just started to pull out her black card when I raised a hand to stop her and showed the server the text on my phone.

"Right this way."

More than five thousand square feet of luxury dining room, dozens of staff on the floor.

And only two people eating there.

One was Scott. The other was the woman from the video.

"Kay, Myra, what are you two doing here?"

Scott's expression was flawless. Surprise first, then warmth.

"Let me introduce you. This is the eldest daughter of Henson Industries, Samantha Henson."

"Miss Henson, this is my wife, Kay Finch. And this is my wife's best friend, and a good friend of mine as well, Myra Floyd."

"If you don't mind—"

"Sorry, I do mind."

Samantha didn't let Scott finish, refusing him with a smile.

"For me, today is a very important day. I'd rather not have other people here."

"Ha—"

Myra let out a cold laugh and pointed at Samantha, demanding an answer.

"You sent that text just now, didn't you? Brave enough to throw down the challenge, but not brave enough to own it?"

"Other people might be scared of your Henson Industries. The Floyds aren't."

"Myra! What are you doing?"

Scott stood up, frowning.

"And Kay, didn't I tell you I had an important funding deal to discuss today?"

"Would you two please stop making a scene here?"