*Aryanna*

While the day continued, the incessant whispers and gossiping mouths of every single coworker did not help. Eyes glanced my way, sizing me up, and everyone talked about “Darren Miller’s fiancée.” Normally I would have shrugged it off, but this felt different. It was like I was caged under glass with everyone watching, my every move under a microscope.

I finally decided I couldn’t take it anymore and slipped into Jim’s office, feigning calm. “I’d like ...