"I'm so sorry, Emma! I didn't mean for you to misunderstand; Ethan and I really don't have anything going on," she sobbed, covering her mouth as if she couldn't bear the weight of the accusation.
"He just sees me as a friend. I never thought you would think that..."
Ethan, hearing the commotion, rushed out to see what was happening.
His anger flared instantly upon seeing Sophie in tears, "Emma, what did you just say?"
Unfortunately, he didn't give me a chance to explain before rushing after Sophie as she ran away crying, completely disregarding the client waiting in the meeting room.
I was left standing there awkwardly with the client.
In the end, I had no choice but to push through the meeting.
Thankfully, it was an old client we knew well; a little drama wouldn't ruin our deal.
I managed to finalize everything by eleven o'clock that night and returned home well past midnight.
As soon as I stepped inside, I was greeted by chaos in the living room—designer packaging scattered everywhere.
There were clothes and jewelry among the mess.
Ethan lounged on the sofa with a peaceful-looking young woman resting on his lap.