No wonder Adrian hadn't come home for days. Sara had naively thought he was sulking over their argument that night. She had even asked his secretary for his location, rushing over eagerly to make amends.
Instead, reality dealt her a heavy blow. She stood rooted to the spot, her fingers whitening around the handle of her bag.
Perhaps her gaze was too intense. Eva seemed to sense something. She suddenly turned her head, her eyes locking with Sara's.
Life abroad had treated her well; Eva was even more beautiful than she had been three years ago. Tear tracks stained her face, but she didn't look disheveled. Instead, she looked pitiful, fragile—the kind of vulnerability that instantly triggered a man's protective instincts.
No wonder Adrian couldn't resist.
"Ms. James. Long time no see."
Since there was no place to hide, Sara straightened her spine and walked up to them openly.
Eva stared at her for three seconds. Her gaze dropped to the wedding ring on Sara's hand—a matching set with Adrian's—before she finally spoke.
Her tone dripped with thinly veiled mockery.
"It really has been a long time. In the blink of an eye, Assistant Navarro has become Mrs. Harding. Quite the climb."