Fletcher’s gaze cleared a little. He began to let go—but Zoey suddenly winced, her body tilting backward.
“My head… it’s spinning, sir…”
He caught her before she could fall.
That was the exact moment June appeared in the doorway.
She froze, her face drained of color. The teacup in her hand slipped, shattering on the floor with a sharp crash.
“Fletcher! Who is this woman?”
June looked as if she might shatter into pieces.
She rushed forward, crying bitterly. “Is this what you meant when you said you’d forget Ashley and build a life with me? If you’ve really forgotten her, why bring in a stand-in?”
Fletcher frowned, blocking her from grabbing Zoey.
“Don’t be ridiculous, June. She’s just my newly hired personal assistant. She has nothing to do with Ashley.”
But June wouldn’t believe a word of it.
“I just saw you holding her in your arms and you expect me to believe you’re innocent?” she snapped.
“Fletcher, you heartless man—have you forgotten? When you were stuck in that hospital bed with leukemia and no one else gave a damn, I was the one who stayed by your side!”
Her voice broke, bitter with accusation. “I knew it… You’ve never stopped thinking about Ashley, even after all these years.”