DAISY’s POV

I was met with hostile stares as I walked into the office the next day. I didn’t let it get to me as I greeted everyone and did my work.

They’d get over it soon, or not, as long as it didn’t really affect me. I could deal with people’s hostility, I wasn’t going to let anyone walk over me.

Ignoring side talks and whispers from my coworkers was the hardest thing. More than two times, I had wanted to stand up and say it to their faces that I was in fact, Brian’s wife, and not some lowly mistress, but I couldn’t. I just sat there, reviewing...