Freddie cared for her openly, making no effort to cover it up.
Besides her normal bonuses, Freddie started giving her extra gifts.
Costly clothes, bags and jewelry poured into Imogen’s hands like running water.
They began showing up together often at the company, acting close as if no one else existed.
I caused trouble more than once, but each time it ended with Freddie walking off in anger.
“Bella, don’t use dirty thoughts to judge people.”
“Bella, if you keep acting out, there’s no reason for us to stay together.”
That relationship, with me as the one hurt, almost broke me.
Staring at the clear glass of white wine in front of me, I lifted my eyes toward Imogen.
“Didn’t I show you before? Don’t push a woman to drink.” When I finished speaking, I set my utensils down and poured my wine into Freddie’s glass.
“Freddie, if you can’t handle your woman, don’t bring her out and make things awkward.” Freddie’s expression changed at once.
He pulled Imogen back. “Stop causing trouble.”
“Sit down and eat. Even if you don’t want to eat, the baby in your stomach will.”
What he said made the food on the table suddenly taste like nothing.