I wrenched my wrist free with every ounce of strength I had and fired back.
"Anthony, I never did anything like that!"
He let out a contemptuous scoff and shoved his phone in my face.
The screen was flooded with posts calling Victoria Mason the other woman.
Henson Group's wife Victoria Mason — a mistress who clawed her way to the top.
Beyond that, there were lengthy threads detailing how Anthony Henson had faked his own death and spun an elaborate web of lies to deceive his girlfriend, all for the sake of his mistress.
Henson Group's stock had been in freefall ever since.
And the outlet that had broken the story was the same one where my best friend used to work.
Anthony's eyes were glacial, his tone dripping with mockery.
"Still denying it? Your little friend worked right there, didn't she?"
"When it comes to you, she's always been the first to charge in without a second thought."
I stood frozen, struggling to explain through the frustration choking my throat.
"She moved abroad three years ago. She hasn't worked there in—"
"Stop lying to my face!"
Anthony cut me off, his voice sharp as a blade, his eyes heavy with disappointment.
"Nora, when did you become so calculating?"