Later, I had to drop some files off in his office. I pushed open the door, and there she was—Anya. She was standing right next to him, leaning in close. She wore this fitted suit that hugged her curves, her long wavy hair spilling over her shoulders. She was saying something to him, her voice low and too familiar.
Cedric's eyes flicked to me, and for a second, he looked uneasy. Then he quickly pulled it together. "Anya didn't have any projects lined up, so I offered her a job as my assistant. She could use the experience," he explained, almost as if rehearsed.
"Astrid, don't get upset," Anya chimed in, her voice soft and sweet. "Cedric's just helping me out. There's really nothing going on."
I barely acknowledged her, I just set the files down and walked out. I didn't feel upset. I didn't feel hurt. Just… nothing.
I caught Cedric opening his mouth like he was about to call me back, but in the end, he didn't say a word.
Catching them together would've torn me up inside. I would've clung to him like I used to, desperate for him to reassure me, to say he loved me. But it all didn't do our marriage anything other than push him away.