I turned and walked toward the door.

Marina screamed at my back. "If you walk out that door without kneeling and apologizing, I will strip you of every title you hold in this company!"

"Fine." I didn't stop. "Go ahead, Ms. Pruitt. I'll be waiting for the termination letter. And a divorce agreement will be on your desk."

I walked out.

The door shut behind me.

"Ms. Pruitt, Godfrey is so petty. And he insulted my sister!" Tristan's voice carried through the wall, thick with self-pity.

"I mean, think about it. We've kissed in your office. When you got drunk, I wiped you down and changed your clothes. If he knew about that, he'd lose his mind!"

"But that's just part of my job as your assistant! Godfrey sees dirt everywhere he looks."

Marina's voice came next, soothing. "He's just jealous. Don't let it get to you."

Then, to comfort Tristan, she kissed him. Right there, in front of everyone.

"Honestly, Ms. Pruitt and Tristan make a way better couple."

"For real. Tristan's brought in so many clients for the company."

"Godfrey hasn't closed a single deal lately. He's dead weight. Can't do anything right."

A chorus of sycophantic voices filled the private room.

Tristan took the opportunity to slap Marina's backside. Several times.

I stood frozen outside the door, watching through the gap. Hot tears spilled down my face before I could stop them.

I went home and packed my things.

Just as I finished, my phone buzzed.

A video message from Tristan Lawrence.

Marina lay sprawled across a hotel bed, eyes glazed and half-shut. The top two buttons of her blouse were undone.

Then came Tristan's voice, dripping with smugness. "Hey, Godfrey. Ms. Pruitt had a little too much to drink, so I brought her to a hotel to rest. Once I've wiped her down, I'll head out. Don't be jealous now!"

A vein throbbed at my temple, pulsing with rage.

It was a blatant provocation.

I didn't reply. I turned off my phone and tossed it aside.

When I walked into the bathroom to shower, I spotted something in the trash can. A pregnancy test, lying face-up. Two red lines.

I froze.

Marina and I hadn't been intimate in three months. One month of that was my business trip, but even before I left, she hadn't let me touch her.

And now she was pregnant.

Whose baby was it?

I stared at that test, gripping the edge of the sink until my knuckles went white.

Then I laughed. A raw, ugly laugh that tore out of my chest.