ANNA'S POV

He didn’t tell me that Tracey was coming to his place.

That single fact had refused to leave my mind since yesterday, looping endlessly like a broken record. No matter how much I tried to focus on work, no matter how many documents I opened or emails I skimmed through, it always crept back in.

I heard it clearly.

His maid’s voice.

The way she announced it so casually, like it was nothing out of the ordinary.

Did he not know that I heard the maid when she told him?

And even if he didn’t know then, he still didn’t mention it later.

That was the part that...