Seraphina's POV
Vivian Cross laughed. And it wasn't even a polite chuckle, but a full, mocking laugh that echoed through the lobby.
"You? His wife?"
Around us, the employees who'd been watching erupted into snickers and whispers. Some were shaking their heads, others flat-out laughing. One guy near the coffee station actually had his phone out, probably recording this whole mess.
Great. I've officially become the entertainment for lunch break. Should I charge admission?
"Do you know how many women have come to this company claiming to be Mr. Blackwood's wife?" she asked, her voice loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Or as his fiancée, his girlfriend, his soulmate, his childhood sweetheart—" She counted on her perfectly manicured fingers. "Last month alone, we had three. The month before, five."
My stomach dropped.
Oh.
Oh.
