So I invested more in her than I had in anyone.
And to her credit, she was smart. She knew how to show gratitude.
Earlier this year, after I'd gotten pregnant, I suffered a hemorrhage from a low-lying placenta. Derek happened to be away on a business trip.
Adela was the one who saved me.
"I'll remember what you've done for me for the rest of my life."
I truly treated her like a little sister. Every few days, I'd buy her gifts, clothes, send her cash. The apartment she lived in was mine.
Later, when I was put on bed rest to protect the pregnancy, I gave her my position as the CEO's executive assistant and granted her enormous authority. Men change when they get money—that was her reasoning when she offered to keep an eye on Derek for me.
What I never expected was that her "keeping an eye on him" would land her in his bed.
I looked at the two people standing before me—two people I had once trusted completely—and felt my heart being scorched in hot oil.
Adela smiled and handed me the flowers, then pulled two small gold bracelets from her bag. "These are gifts for the baby. Just a little something—I hope you don't mind."
When she saw I was still in low spirits, she added another line.