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“Mr. Fullbuster took off before I could exin,” Selina huffed. “I’m upset, of course! I swear, it wasn’t intentional-”
Zion cut her off with a dry chuckle. “Ms. White, you’re clever enough to know it doesn’t matter whether you meant it or not. What matters is whether Mr. Fullbuster believes you. That’s the only thing that counts.”
Selina’s face clouded over. No amount of excuses could alter the fact that Jonathan clearly didn’t trust her. She bit her lip, stifling any further protest.
Zion leaned in slightly. “Forward it to me, then erase every trace of it.”
Five minutester, he walked into Jonathan’s office and set the phone down on the desk. Jonathan’s gaze dropped, his eyes fixed as the video began to y.
The screen showed a vi glowing with soft light, every corner dressed in roses, balloons, and candles. It was the kind of picture–perfect romance women dreamed about.
On one knee, Zacharias appeared, a ring box in his hand. His eyes zed with intensity as he gazed at Anneliese.
The recording was too far to catch their voices, but Anneliese’s lips were clearly moving. Zacharias held her hand, ready to slide the ring on, then the video cut out.
The silence in the office was heavier than the air. Jonathan said nothing, but the frost in his expression was enough to freeze the room.
Zion forced himself to finish his report. “Selina ims she saw Mrs. Fullbuster ept the ring. She also mentioned Mrs. Fullbuster is supposed to attend the Goldings‘ 25th anniversary tonight with Mr. Shaw.”
His palms were mmy. He couldn’t bring himself to look up.
In his heart, Zion doubted Anneliese was unfaithful. Yet the footage was undeniable, and she had moved back into her old house. The way she and Zacharias gazed at each other—it was unsettlingly intimate,
<i>D</i><i>*</i><i>mn</i>… <i>Zacharias </i><i>has </i>been <i>with </i><i>Mrs. </i>Fullbuster <i>for </i>over a decade. <i>Mr. </i><i>Fullbuster</i>? That’s a <i>mere </i><i>blip </i><i>in </i><iparison</i><b><i>. </i></b>
<i>Even </i><i>the </i><i>calmest </i><i>woman </i><i>can </i><i>be </i><i>thrown </i><i>off </i><i>when </i><i>all </i><i>those </i><i>old </i><i>emotions </i><i>resurface</i><i>, </i><i>and </i><i>Mrs. </i><i>Fullbuster </i><b><i>has </i></b><i>always </i><i>been </i><i>the </i><i>romantic </i><i>type</i><i>. </i><i>Maybe </i><i>it’s </i><i>not </i><i>really </i><i>about </i><i>Zacharias </i><i>himself</i><i>—</i><i>it’s </i><i>the </i><i>whole </i><i>setup</i>. The
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<i>flowers</i>, <i>the </i><i>lights</i>, <i>the </i><i>way </i><i>he </i>went <i>down </i><i>on </i><i>one </i>knee <i>with </i><i>that </i><i>ring</i>. <i>Nostalgia </i>like <i>that </i><i>can </i><i>mess </i><i>with </i><i>anyone’s </i>mind<i>. </i>
<i>Honestly</i><i>? </i><i>This </i><i>whole </i><i>thing </i>is a train <i>wreck</i><i>. </i>
Jonathan finally spoke up, his voice barely above a whisper. “Did Mr. Golding invite me?”
“Yes, but you declined,” Zion answered quickly.
Jonathan sent the video to his own phone, wiped it from Zion’s, then handed it back. “Get ready for a gift. We’re heading to the party.”
“Yes, Mr. Fullbuster,” Zion nodded, stealing a nce at him. <b><i>Is </i></b><i>he </i><i>about </i>to confront Mrs. <i>Fullbuster </i><i>and </i><i>her </i><i>ex </i>in <i>front </i><i>of </i><i>everyone</i><i>? </i>
Jonathan gave nothing away. His face remained calm, already consumed by engineering reports, as if the earlier storm had never happened.
<i>Does </i><i>he </i><i>trust </i><i>her </i><i>or </i><i>not</i>? That question was spinning in Zion’s mind.
He turned around, phone in hand, about to walk away, but Jonathan’s voice stopped him dead in his tracks. “She’s selling a property–find out which one.”
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That evening, Anneliese wheeled Nishay through the hospital garden. As they approached the elevator, a familiar voice called out from behind.
“Let me take over.”
Her stomach sank. <i>Ugh</i><i>! </i><i>Zacharias</i><i>! </i>
She spun around, unable to mask her annoyance. “Didn’t I tell you to stay away?”
“Anne, don’t be rude to him,” Nishay scolded softly.
Zacharias stepped in smoothly, his smile practiced as he took the chair handles and adjusted the nket over Nishay’sp. “Grandma, she’s only teasing. Work has been hectic, and I haven’t been able to visit as often as I should.”
“I’m fine, dear. Workes first,” Nishay replied warmly.
As the elevator doors opened, Zacharias wheeled her inside.
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Then he turned to Anneliese, his smile growing wider. It seemed too perfect to be genuine. “Anne, the Goldings‘ party is tonight. I’m here to take you out and get you all dressed up.”
He extended his hand toward hers, banking on Nishay’s presence to keep her still.
Anneliese folded her arms tight and put distance between them. “Don’t even try. You still owe me an exnation about that secretary of yours.”
There was no way she could tell Nishay that her marriage to Zacharias was already over.