I was in the middle of a boring quarterly bbriefing when my phone buzzed against the glass table. I didn't need to check the sender—Fiona's name usually lit up my screen with some sweet message or a carefully chosen sweet emoji. I smiled slightly, expecting the usual sweetness.
My smile vanished when i saw a photo, my hands froze as I stared at the screen. Heat surged through me, immediately, a mix of fury and disbelief. It was her—with another man. They were too close! I zoomed in on the picture and his hands were on her waist. Why was she smiling at him!
I slammed the phone onto the table. The impact made a loud sound, and I almost didn't care that every board member in the room looked up in shock. The presenter stopped talking. Some of them glanced at me nervously, but I couldn't meet their eyes. My blood was boiling.
Did she lie to me? Did she go out with another man and not tell me?
