During the afternoon, I found myself facing eight stitches in my calf from the accident. To complicate things further, three of my toes on the left foot had been amputated due to necrosis from blood loss.
The doctor sighed, shaking his head, wishing I had made it to the hospital sooner—my toes might have had a fighting chance.
Verity caught sight of my unusually cold demeanor and furrowed her brows. She was clearly on the brink of coming over to check on me. But just then, her phone buzzed, and her mood brightened in an instant. She sprang to her feet with energy and dashed into the study.
Seizing the moment, I opened Verity’s WhatsApp using a secondary account. My heart dropped as I stumbled upon a new update that was visible to everyone but me.
The post featured a tall, dashing young secretary with the caption, [Oh! It turned out to be me!].
The photo captured Verity and her secretary, Colton Turner, making heart signs together.
In an instant, I smirked and liked the post before the contract from President Everett came through. Without a moment’s hesitation, I signed it, sealing my decision.