My husband's voice sounds so alarmingly close that it automatically has me turning—
There it is again.
The slightest and most subtle of pressure on the small of my back, the flow wanting us to keep flowing, and so I obey.
I don't look back while his black suits who may or may not be ninjas walk past me.
"Let me pass!"
I'm not sure what he's asked them to do, but it's made Sandy sound angrier—
"Nicole! Come back here!"
While I continue to flow where this almost-stranger flows, this time straight into the elevator, and as the doors slowly close on my husband, the ninjas—I mean, the gang, oh, I give up—and his tiny intern who’s still sobbing oh so prettily—
It’s just the two of us now, my husband on the other side, and me on this side with a tall, dark-haired, blue-eyed billionaire.
This can’t be happening.
I can even feel him staring at me, and that makes me all the more convinced as I lift my gaze to his and say—
"This is a dream, isn't it?"
Chapter Three
"I BELIEVE WHAT YOUmean to say is a nightmare."
That's a very logical reply, and since logic and dreams can't coexist—
Well, there goes my theory then.
All of this...isn’t a dream.
It’s real.
A nightmare made real because...because...the shapes—
I only realize that my knees have completely given out under me when I find myself in Mr. Everford's arms in the next second.
"I'm s-so sorry—"
I'm stammering while turning red. I know this isn’t the way a woman my age should act. Yes, I've just caught my husband in bed with his intern—
Delia.
Her name pops in my mind, finally.
It was just so hard to think when I first saw them together, but now it’s as if my mind is suddenly working double time to remind me of all the things about her.
Delia.
The intern that Sandy first mentioned at dinner two months ago. The intern who doesn’t have family in town, and so I even remember making a mental note that time to invite the poor girl over for Christmas, but now the joke is on me because life...it just works like that at times, you know?
One moment, I’m several Pinterest photos deep while planning all the holiday parties I have to host at home. The next moment, I’ve been uninvited to my own future Christmas party because...because...
I think I need something else to think about.
Please, self.