Chapter 9 - Love Triangle

I wanted to dig my own grave standing in the middle of my almost-husband, the girl he cheated me on, and the guy I kissed.

I swallowed down and shook his hand, "I am Lily… his… his wife."

I had missed him so much that one part of me was happy to see him despite the awful circumstances.

His gaze was so penetrating that I could decipher he was just glad to see me as well and I mentally thanked myself for having dress nicely.

"So, Lily?" Cameron said, pretending he didn't remember my name even if I hardly believe it. "I wonder why he kept you in the shadow, it's the first time

I see you in two years since Carl is working for me." I heard his voice ranging in curiosity, maybe he truly was wondering so but to be fully honest I didn't know either. I barely knew Carl worked for such a huge company, I just remembered him complaining a lot about his boss's strictness.

"I am very busy," I said, and my eyes laid on Carl who nodded almost resigned.

He intervened, "she works for a big company too, we often keep working lives for ourselves."

I unconsciously grimaced an angry facial expression hearing his lie, he lied so well that I understood why I didn't discover his cheating earlier. It wasn't because I was too busy but it was because his lying capabilities were so developed that I wondered if he didn't even believe in his lies.

Cameron offered me a shy smile, he probably understood he was putting on an act.

"Carl, may you walk me to the table?" The blonde girl intruded, just the sound of her voice made my blood boil in her veins, and in a matter of a second, they both leave.

Cameron took a step forward me and I couldn't stop myself from whispering, "that's the girl he cheated me on."

I felt like I needed to let it out or the heavy burn wouldn't fade away.

Cameron raised his eyebrow, then he shrugged, a waiter walked by us with a few filled glasses and he stole one to head it to me.

"I am not surprised, she likes him since the first day I hired him."

I unconsciously glowered at him and he chuckled lifting his hands, "I didn't know he had a wife." He justified himself as if he was the one to blame and I sighed under my breath.

"To be honest, If I knew he had such a stunning wife I would have hired you instead of him." He commented mischievously.

"As your assistant?" We both laugh, then he clicked his glass with mine. I leaned the glass over my lips and as soon as I took a sip I heard him say, "I haven't stopped thinking of you."

The sweetness of the expensive champagne melted on my tongue as the words sink into my skin.

I suffocate the urge to tell him I haven't stopped to think about him either, nor dreaming of him but instead, I smiled.

I took another sip and tilted my head to the side, with the corner of my eye I spot Carl checking on us.

"I have to go, my husband is waiting for me." I turned around, his gaze burst through me and I felt him scrutinizing me.

If the first night we met I was vulnerable and weak due to the failure of my wedding and the alcohol, that day I could play my cards better.

Cameron joined us at the table, some people talked to each other as if they were close and some other women looked down at me, probably criticizing my dress. Their persistent gaze made me want to lift a wall in the middle of us to stop them from looking at me.

Other women hung on Cameron's lips and to be fully honest I don't blame them, but he barely looked at me. His gaze was on me most of the time and I was struggling not to stare at him so much. I even allowed my gaze to travel through the restaurant only to have a good excuse to lay my eyes on him for some instant.

As people spoke I learned that Cameron wasn't only very wealthy but he was the richest person in the entire city and his company was worth so much that even newspapers talked about him.

How was it possible that my almost husband's salary was lower than mine if his company was like six times bigger than the one I worked for.

As I carefully paid attention to their conversation I soon get an answer for my doubt, it was because Cameron paid people based on how much they accomplished.

Which was probably the subtle yet fair method that only a strict boss like Cameron would take on.

Something told me that from now on he would find an excuse to pay him even less.

The conversation brought me back to reality when they started to talk about Cameron's private life and relationships.

More like a business dinner it sounded like a dinner with friends, my curiosity went through the room when one of them mentioned a girl in his life, "I guess you have someone, last week your mood was so happy and you even arrived late to work. Some chick was the reason behind that sudden mood swings, I am sure." One of the coworkers named Mark said the few times Carl talked about his work I recalled him mentioning how Mark would never mind his own business.

His gaze met mine for a second and my heart jumped in my throat we both knew that Mark was talking about me. Now he had two chances, he could admit that in front of everyone or he could deny it.

I found myself hanging on the top of my chair waiting for his answer.