The suffocating weight in my chest grew heavier. Not because of Cindy's barbs. Because Brendan stood right there, watching her humiliate me, and didn't say a single word in my defense.
It took me days to pull myself together. Eventually, I slipped back into the unfeeling machine I became at work.
I had a decent relationship with most of my staff. During lunch break, a few of them wandered over to gossip.
"Ms. Henson, do you know who Manager Sanchez's wife is? The one he supposedly adores?"
I blinked. Brendan had always insisted on keeping our marriage a secret to avoid any negative attention at the company. Why would he start telling people now, right when we were about to divorce?
"He and I are about to have nothing to do with each—"
"It's Cindy Pruitt!" The girl's face lit up with excitement. "She's a new intern. I've never seen Mr. Sanchez be that gentle with anyone. And after all these years, this is the first time he's ever pulled strings at work, just to get her transferred in as his secretary!"
"It's so obvious he's crazy about her!"
"Honestly, they're adorable together!"
The younger girls kept gushing, one after another.