So this was Lauren Cross.
The CFO.
Daniel placed his hand around her waist.
I looked at his hand.
Then at her.
Then at Clara sleeping beside me.
“You couldn’t wait forty-eight hours?”
Daniel sighed.
“Don’t make this ugly.”
I almost laughed.
“You threw your wife onto the street while she was in labor.”
Lauren shifted.
Her expression changed slightly.
Apparently, Daniel had skipped that part.
He continued.
“Lauren and I have been seeing each other.”
“How long?”
“That doesn’t matter.”
“It usually matters to the wife.”
Lauren spoke.
“Rebecca, Daniel told me the marriage had been over for months.”
I looked at her.
“Did he also tell you our daughter was born yesterday?”
Her eyes moved toward Clara.
“Yes.”
“And you still thought this was an appropriate time for a jewelry demonstration?”
Her cheeks reddened.
Daniel stepped forward.
“Enough.”
“No. You’re right.”
I leaned back against the pillows.
