But this year was different. This year was the last, and James hadn't even bothered to come home on time.
Without looking at him, I scrolled through Lindsay's old posts. It hit me then that since she started working as James's secretary. She had been flaunting gifts from him. In just a year, she had received more than I had in eight years of marriage.
A sarcastic smile crept across my face. "Spent nearly a million on her, and she still couldn't treat you to dinner?"
James didn't see that coming, and his impatience flared. "What's wrong with you? Those were year-end bonuses. Secretaries work hard, so I gave her more. What's the big deal? Don't you understand management? Isn't that part of your job?"
"Oh, and do you also give your regular employees shares and river-view mansions? You're a pretty generous boss. Maybe I should quit my job and come work for you."
His face darkened just as his phone chimed with a new message. Glancing at the screen, his expression softened, and a smile tugged at his lips. I didn't need to ask.
It was Lindsay.