Page 78 of My Husband’s New Fiancée

She doesn’t know me. Not really. If she truly knew me, she’d know I’m not that kind of man.

Fidelity isn’t just a matter of love or weakness.

It’s a line I don’t cross.

People can accuse me of many things, but not that. And what she’s implying deeply insults me.

“And… where is Valeria? Did you hand her over to the police?” she asks.

“No. She was only encrypting her data. And since it’s her research, she has every right to do so.”

“So it’s not corporate espionage?”

“No. And there’s nothing more I can do for now except keep an eye on her.”

“And... did she have time to do it?”

“No. I stopped her before the process was complete. Besides, I’d already had copies made of all her files.”

“You knew...” she realizes.

Then she continues:

“And... she didn’t tell you anything?”

I frown.

“About what?”

She hesitates.

“About what happened. And why she disappeared…”

Her fingers move nervously against the armrest of the chair.

Something is making her uncomfortable.

What exactly is she afraid of?

“No. Nothing.”

A heavy silence settles between us.

I’m the one who finally breaks it.

“Listen, Bianca... I think you already know what I’m about to say.”

“No.”

She shakes her head violently.

“No. I won’t let you.”

Her voice breaks.

“How can you do this to me? To me? I was there for you for two years! Two years! And the second she comes back, you throw me away like yesterday’s trash?”

“I’m sorry.”