“Mr. Scott, why are you dressed like this? It’s a big celebration tonight. You’re General Manager Bianca’s husband—you should help her save face.”
I smiled politely.
“She’s never relied on me for that. And with such a handsome assistant by her side, I doubt she needs my help.”
“Stop being sarcastic. Get in the car already.”
Bianca’s tone was sharp with irritation.
I turned to her. “Back seat?”
She rolled her eyes. “Obviously. Quit dawdling. If I didn’t have to pick you up, the banquet would’ve started already.”
But I never asked you to pick me up.
I didn’t say it aloud. I just gave a faint smile, opened the back door and got in.
The whole drive, she and Darren excitedly chatted about the successful project, like a well-matched pair. I stayed silent, looking down at my phone.
My friend had sent the draft of the divorce agreement. I reviewed it, making small notes and sending updates back—adding a clause here, adjusting a detail there.
If I was going to leave Bianca, I wanted a clean break.
At one point, Darren turned back and laughed.
“Mr. Scott, it’s a real shame you weren’t there for my birthday. Even though it was my night, Ms. Bianca totally stole the spotlight. You should’ve seen it.”