The very day she returned, she overheard a phone call. Grayson was speaking in a low, intimate voice to his assistant. Flirting, laughing, weaving words meant for a lover.
That was when she learned the truth. He had been with his assistant for a year. An entire year. And she had known nothing.
The pain in her chest was unbearable. She crouched down on the pavement, arms wrapped tightly around herself, as if she could hold herself together.
Inside the private room, Grayson had said that even on the brink of marriage, he had no intention of ending that affair.
Was it because he thought she would never hear him? That he could keep lying to her forever?
The winter night’s wind cut through her like a knife, clearing her thoughts. Her fingers curled into fists.
She would prove to Grayson that lies never lasted forever.
And she would never tolerate deception.
