At a colleagues' dinner, the secretary's stockings accidentally got wet from spilled wine.

David Green immediately grabbed a napkin to help her wipe them off.

Everyone held their breath, watching them as if they were watching a show, and then turned their gaze to me.

I looked up, smiling at the two of them. "We haven't registered for our marriage license yet, so we can break up anytime. I don't even care if you two end up in bed together, let alone wiping her leg."

***

Late at night, I was sipping coffee while handling the documents David left behind.

My phone made a special notification sound — it was a new post from him on his social media.

It was a photo of him and Cindy. Both were in swimsuits, sitting tightly together on the beach, smiling happily.

It seemed like someone forgot to block me from seeing this post.

To an outsider, it would look like those two were the real couple.

I put down my phone, sneering twice.

Two days ago, David had a business trip.

He's a mid-level manager at the company, and I used to accompany him as his little employee and girlfriend on these trips.

But ever since Cindy became his secretary, their relationship grew closer.

This time, he wanted Cindy to accompany him on the trip. I disagreed, and we had a big fight.

But in the end, Cindy still went with him on the trip to the south, while I stayed behind to handle his paperwork.

Over the years, we supported each other step by step, but ever since Cindy came into the picture, we've been constantly fighting.

David claimed that he and Cindy were purely colleagues, saying everyone at the company knew about it and urged me not to get jealous, as it would reflect poorly on the company.

He spoke with such righteousness that I would always feel guilty, and end up being the one to apologize first, soothing him with a soft voice.

Seeing me admit my fault, David wouldn't press further. Instead, he'd buy me gifts and flowers, apologizing that he had neglected me and made me jealous.

Every time he did this, all my doubts and unhappiness would vanish.

But after comforting me, he'd still be all over Cindy, and when we fought again, he would simply accuse me of being unreasonable.

I met him at the company, and step by step, I helped him rise to his current position. His achievements today are inseparable from my support.

Yet, when it came to this business trip, he chose Cindy to accompany him.

How long has Cindy been here? What does she even know?

What David values isn't her capability — it must be something else.

Looking at that intimate photo, I couldn't help but feel my heart grow cold.

Three days later, David returned.

Seeing the documents neatly handled on the table, he nodded in satisfaction and lifted a bag of something, speaking to me with concern.

"Nina, this is something Cindy asked me to buy for you. It's good for people who stay up late. You should try some."

In the past, I might have been touched by his concern, even waving it off with a smile, saying I wasn't tired at all.

But now, how could it possibly stir any emotions in me?

I motioned for him to leave it aside and picked up a document, my voice icy.

"Mr. Green, we have a meeting with the White Group tomorrow afternoon at three. Please take a look."

Seeing my reaction, David's concern faded as well. He casually took the report and looked through it before speaking nonchalantly.

"Nina, you've been so exhausted lately. Why don't you rest tomorrow afternoon and let Cindy go with me instead?"

Hearing this, my expression grew even colder.

This project has been mainly handled by me, with only the final signatures left, yet David wanted Cindy to go, didn't he?

Did he really think I was that naive?

"Mr. Green, this project is far too important to leave to chance. Cindy hasn't been here long, so I'm not comfortable with her going."

Seeing my displeasure, David didn't press further and gently reassured me.

"I was overthinking it. Once this project is done, I'll take you on a trip to relax."

I didn't object. After all, I had been worn out recently and could use a break afterward.