Giselle

While we ride the elevator down, I glance discreetly at Nathan, who’s frowning at his assistant. I lower my head to hide a smile and wait patiently for us to reach the parking garage.

Ever since I agreed to go to the theater with the blonde this morning, my husband has been sulking every time we run into each other, latching onto any excuse to keep me from going out with his assistant. But I’ve ignored him. And now here I am, next to a cheerful Scarlett who keeps talking about how ...