Outside the door, Heather's chest tightened. Hearing them accuse her of leaking the information stung, especially knowing Adonis had twisted the truth.
He knew why she had been in Caius's office that day. He just left that part out.
She could burst in now, defend herself, and tell Caius she saw Adonis sneaking around in there first.
But it wouldn't matter. It was two men's word against hers—and after last night, Caius wasn't exactly eager to listen to her side of the story.
Instead, Heather backed away from the door quietly. She headed down the hall to their bedroom, her mind already racing.
She had dinner plans with Trish later. And now, she had more than enough reason to threaten her.
Heather just had to be smart about how she played her next move.
"I'm glad you got my text," Heather said with a small, knowing smile as she sat back in her chair.
