Chapter 1: The Betrayal
Diane's Pov
I kept having the impression that something wasn't quite right. Lately, Liam had become aloof, consistently arriving home after work late, with increasingly flimsy justifications. Though I made an effort to ignore it, the doubt that was always there in the pitiful silence of our formerly content home remained.
I made up my mind that tonight would be different. I would show up at work unexpectedly and perhaps even propose an impromptu dinner date, just like we used to do when we first got married. I put on his favorite perfume, brushed up my makeup, and slipped into a tight black dress that I knew he would love, grinning at the prospect.
It was a short drive to his office block, with the downtown streets remarkably deserted on this Thursday night. With my heels clicking on the glossy marble floor, I parked my car and walked to the lift. My heart was thumping with excitement, picturing Liam's happy surprise upon seeing me.
Excitement mounted as I walked out of the lift when the doors opened to the executive floor. But I heard muted conversations as I walked up to Liam's office. In case he was in a meeting, I reduced my speed to avoid disturbing him.
That's when I heard it—a woman's laugh. I knew that chuckle all too well.
The laugh of my sister, Sophie.
As I edged closer to the door, which was slightly ajar, my blood raced cold. I could see them through the crack: Liam with his hair mussed and shirt undone, and Sophie sitting on his desk , her skirt indecently high.
Sophie laughed, "We can't keep doing this," but as she drew Liam in closer, her words were contradicted.
Why not?" With a growl, Liam felt her body with his hands in a way that made me queasy. Diane has no suspicions at all. She is too preoccupied with her own small world to pay attention to what is in front of her."
I was silently seeing my own humiliation and wanted to shout, to rush in and confront them both, but I couldn't.