Arlene

I never thought Mirela could surprise me anymore.

But here I was, standing in the hallway of my product launch event, phone in hand, mouth slightly parted as Art’s voice spilled through the speaker.

I stared at the screen in disbelief, my fingers frozen over the phone. For all the tricks, manipulations, and drama Mirela had pulled in the past, I never expected this. Cheating? And with him?

“Louis Kodra?” I whispered, blinking rapidly as if the name would change.

Of all people, she was entangled with Louis Kodra? The same designer who once worked briefly for the Gomez brand before I terminated his contract upon my arrival?

He...