His inappropriate behavior made my sad.
Vincent was a workaholic. There was nothing personal on his Instagram except for work. This was the first time that he had posted a photo of himself and his secretary on it. That was something even I didn't get.
As expected, his move had no small impact.
Many of his friends liked it and left comments.
Some clients who didn't know much about his marital status even blessed them as a couple.
Not only that, after finishing his business, he also took Sharon to visit local scenic spots and eat many local specialties.
Every time he went to a place, he would post it on his Ins. In just one week, he posted more than ten photos.
Until the eve of the end of his business trip, he looked through the likes and comments under the photos one by one.
Among the text, there was not a single word from me.
He checked it several times without giving up, but the result was the same. He finally got so angry that he threw his phone on the table.
I stood beside him, smiling bitterly in silence.
It was no use. Even if I wanted to make a big fuss, a dead person couldn't do it.