“Miss Vargas, even though my husband comforted you that day, I heard you were quite frightened.”
“So I won’t trouble you today. I’ll take care of this myself. Please, enjoy your dinner.”
The room quickly filled with murmurs and whispers.
“What does that mean? Mrs. Kennedy fell off a cliff and lost her baby because Max was too busy holding another woman. Isn’t he supposed to be allergic to women?”
“His wife was the one falling, and that girl was completely fine. What was there to be afraid of? Why did she need another woman’s husband to hold her? What’s her relationship with Max?”
“It’s obvious, isn’t it? Their outfits match; his tie and her gown are from a couple’s collection. She’s clearly the mistress!”
Paige’s face turned pale, and at that moment, I caught a flicker of surprise in Max’s eyes.
Yes, I knew sign language too, but he had never cared enough to learn anything about me. I looked away, gave a polite nod to the guests, and turned to leave.
Just as I stepped outside the hotel doors, someone blocked my path.
“Lila, do you have any idea what you just did?!”
Max’s face was dark with anger. “Who told you that you could humiliate Paige in public?!”
“There were reporters at the event today! If this gets out, how is she supposed to face anyone again? Who would dare hire her after this?!”
I looked at his furious expression and replied calmly, “Calling it humiliation only makes sense if it wasn’t true. Didn’t you hold her?”
“Max, stop pretending. I know you’re not allergic to her, I saw you massaging her foot.”
Being exposed so directly, Max went silent for a moment, rubbing his temples in frustration.
“So what? Paige is different from you.”
“No matter what, you’re Mrs. Kennedy. Isn’t that enough? Lila, don’t be too greedy.”
In five years of marriage, I had never even received a single hug from my husband. Was that what he called greed? He wasn’t the same man I once knew.
I swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat and said quietly, “You’re right. Wanting too much is wrong. So I’ll fix it. Max, let’s get a divorce.”
Before he could reply, a guest rushed out and accidentally bumped into me, sending me stumbling down the steps.
Pain shot through my leg as my knee split open, and blood quickly seeped through the fabric.
Max instinctively reached out but froze halfway, his hand hovering before he pulled it back.
“Lila, stop making a scene.”