She paraded him around at our product launch like some star, even handed him the project I'd been working on for three years just because "he wanted to prove himself."
And when that project lost three freaking million she brushed it off, casually saying, "So what?"
The staff got furious, calling Edmund "just a handsome dude" behind his back.
But by the next day, they were all fired. Every single one of them. And no one dared bring Edmund up again.
But if all of this wasn't real, if it was just me being paranoid, then what about that damn "family" photo Edmund posted? What was that?
The next morning, Ophelia was gone before I woke up. Her assistant called me in a panic, saying no one could reach her.
But I wasn't interested in dealing with that. Wherever she was or whoever she was with—that didn't bother me anymore.
I had other things to worry about—like taking my son to get a paternity test.
After submitting the samples, I sat quietly in the hallway, waiting for the results.
Deep down, I already knew what the result would be. But I needed to see it on paper with my own eyes.
Before I could get too far into my thoughts, I looked up and spotted my wife—with her first love.
The second he spotted me, he practically hid behind her like a kid caught doing something he shouldn't.
"H-Hey, dude, w-what are you doing here?" he stammered, trying way too hard to play it cool. "Uh, Ophelia... She just bumped into me. It's not what you think."
But his lame excuses only made things clearer.
Meanwhile, Ophelia didn't even try to smile. The moment she saw me, her face turned stone cold.
"Seriously? You're not following me now, are you?" she said disappointingly. She then insisted, "How many times do I have to say it? Edmund's like a little brother to me. Stop being paranoid!"
I shot them both a cold glance.
Just then, my phone buzzed with a text, informing me that the report had been prepared.
Without a word, I locked the screen and turned towards the office.
Seeing that I was ignoring her, Ophelia frowned slightly and quickly stepped forward, grabbing my sleeve.
"He was in a car accident yesterday. I was just here taking care of him," she explained.
I turned to face Edmund, sizing him up.
"He's not missing any limbs, no internal injuries whatsoever. How serious could it be that someone else's wife has to babysit him overnight? Or is he like me, with both legs broken once before?"