After My Husband Made Me Kneel to His Girl, I Aborted

The next day.

I dragged my weary self into the office, and as soon as I opened the door, Thomas Montgomery's angry voice slammed into me.

"What on earth are you thinking? We've got a big client visiting today, and you're late?!"

He pointed at me accusingly, as if I'd committed some terrible offense. Though we called it a company, it was really just a small studio. Thomas, born with a silver spoon, treated entrepreneurship like a hobby. The team was made up of him and his childhood pals. I was only here to lend a hand because they were short-staffed, and none of us had a formal contract. Fluent in multiple languages, I managed high-end sales. Being late was usual for them, but when it was me, it suddenly became a major issue.

"Hey Thomas, it's not worth losing your cool over something so trivial."

"Evelyn's never done this before, plus the client canceled the visit last minute."

"Just let it slide this time. Chill out, Thomas."

The group chimed in one after another, until Blaire Clark added, with a whining tone.

"Stop being a grouch, Thomas, you're making a fuss over nothing. I'm practically crawling here!"

Thomas's mood shifted instantly. He went over to Blaire and gently messed up her hair.

"Hang tight, I'll get online and help you beat the game."

Playing video games during work hours was par for the course for them. It had snowed, making the roads slippery, and I had slipped and fallen. Limping to my desk, I pulled out the chair, only for Blaire to dive in and take the seat.

She quickly set up the computer, downloading and logging into her game. "Wow, it's so cozy here! My stomach ache is gone!"

"A comfy spot really gets me going," she chirped. "Thomas, can I work here from now on?"

Blaire's role was mostly superficial; she didn’t do much beyond printing and filing. This spot was the closest to the executive office.

Thomas smirked, "Sure, you can sit wherever you want."

In their little circle, Blaire was the favorite. With everyone watching, Thomas turned to me and pointed to a secluded corner.

"Why don't you work over there from now on, so I don't have to see you."

Too exhausted to argue, I nodded. "Fine, whatever."

Thomas had originally picked my seat here, saying, "I need to keep an eye on my beautiful wife all the time."

Memories flickered like scenes from an old film. I sniffed, gathered my things, and moved to my new spot.

"Blaire's not feeling too hot, so why don't you take care of the reports she was supposed to handle today?" Thomas instructed as I booted up my computer. "Make sure you don't mess them up, or it's on you."

Blaire widened her eyes, covering her mouth, barely able to contain her excitement. Thomas's gaze cut across the room.

"Next time you're late, just be late. Don't pretend to be injured. It's not believable and quite dramatic."

His words cut through the room, leaving only the sound of the wind whispering through the silence. I thought I wouldn't feel hurt, yet my heart skipped a beat at that moment.

I stayed quiet for a while before shaking my head in resignation, closing the call I was on. It had been with the client who canceled today’s visit.