That night, he didn't come home again.
For the next few days, he didn't even bother to return at all. She was his secretary—and his wife. She should have been the one who knew his every move, yet now she had no idea where he was staying. Another villa? A hotel?
Janet's mind replayed the image of him with Ivanka that day. The bitterness twisted in her chest. At the office, he put on his usual businesslike facade, and even the tasks that once belonged to her were handed over to Novia. She wanted to find a chance to explain herself, but he never gave her the time.
"What is this proposal? Redo it!" The big boss's fury had flared up countless times that week. Even Giles, Charles's chief assistant, was struggling to keep up with his erratic moods. The woman who occupied his heart was right outside, yet he acted indifferent, dragging Giles into the mess—dealing not only with company issues but also every little internal crisis personally.
