George walked into the company building with his hands tucked into the pockets of his tailored suit, his long strides carrying an air of effortless authority. His manager trailed behind him like a bodyguard, carrying files and tapping quickly on a tablet to keep up with his schedule.

Pairs of eyes fell on him the moment he entered the lobby. It was the same every morning, the admiring glances, the whispers, the subtle smiles from the women who worked there.

It didn’t matter that they all knew he was married. Their admiration for him didn't fade simply because a ring sat on his finger. Even when they tried to hide...