I glanced at the two of them, and a slow smile spread across my face.
"Isn't this exactly what you both wanted?"
Jordan trembled from head to toe.
"Boss, what... what do you mean by that?"
"There's really nothing going on between me and your wife."
Whispers began rippling through the crowd around them. I couldn't make out every word, but the gist was clear enough: they thought I was being petty.
The whole company knew the story.
Not long ago, Myra had taken Jordan abroad on a market research trip. They'd had the misfortune of running into a group of armed muggers. Jordan had thrown himself into the fray without a second thought, fighting off the attackers to keep Myra safe. She'd walked away without a scratch. He'd been hospitalized with serious injuries.
He still hadn't fully recovered.
As Myra's husband, I should have been falling over myself with gratitude. The man had risked his life to save my wife. But instead of thanking him, I was humiliating him in front of the entire company. Accusing the two of them of having an affair.
"You don't owe him an explanation!"
Myra's gaze was cold enough to freeze the air around her. The temperature in the room seemed to plummet.