I DRANK FROM MY HUSBAND’S GLASS AT HIS COMPANY—AND HIS SECRETARY SLAPPED ME… THEN HE WALKED IN AND EVERYTHING CHANGED.

Possession.

“Yes,” she said. “Mine.”

I studied her for a second.

Then I set the glass down.

Carefully.

Deliberately.

Like the moment deserved precision.

And that’s when we all heard it.

A voice from the doorway.

Low.

Controlled.

Sharp enough to silence everything else.

“What exactly is going on here?”

Vanessa turned instantly—confident, ready, already expecting to be defended.