My mother had adored Stanley. She and his mother had been best friends, so when we were little, they had arranged our engagement. For me and Stanley, being together was always meant to be.
That was why, when it came time for his family to select their heir, my father gambled everything, his money, his influence, to help Stanley win.
At just twenty years old, Stanley stood on my family’s shoulders and secured a hundred million in financing.
When my mother passed, he had knelt in front of the camera during the funeral livestream and sworn, word by word, “Mrs. Bush, don’t worry. I’ll give Avery the happiest marriage.”
After we finished our studies abroad, we returned and found out that our wedding was already scheduled.
Until the beginning of this year, when Darlene joined the company as an intern.
That was when the story changed tracks entirely.
As his secretary, she called him late at night, messaged him at all hours. Once, even while we were in bed together, her call came through, and Stanley didn’t even pull his pants up before answering.
I grew suspicious, so I checked his phone. But there was nothing to see.
The first time I saw Darlene face-to-face was in Stanley’s passenger seat.