Chapter 6

My voice wasn't loud, but it cut through the tension in the office like a needle.

Rhett suddenly came to his senses, instinctively withdrawing his hand and clenching the tissue in his palm.

"Monica," Rhett said in a low voice, barely able to contain his anger. "What are you doing here? Do you even know what you've done?"

I said nothing in response.

My gaze locked onto Matilda sitting on the sofa, ignoring Rhett.

She looked so fragile and vulnerable, her eyes red, with tears hanging from her long lashes, ready to drop at any moment.

When she noticed me…