TESSA

I was supposed to be living the dream. Married to Victor Flaire, the most powerful man in the city. Yet all I felt was emptiness as I sat in the corner of the boardroom in my tight black designer dress, legs crossed tightly, trying to ignore the ache between my thighs.

Victor stood at the head of the long glass table, droning on about quarterly numbers. He had not touched me in weeks. Not really. A quick kiss on the cheek here and there. That was it.

My eyes kept drifting to Taylor.

Victor’s personal assistant sat two seats away, looking sharp in his tailored suit. He was younger,...