When There Is Nothing Left But Love

The last thing I saw before going into the elevator was Ashton’s sendoff, though he looked worried. “Drive around the area,” I told Millie after getting into the car.

Millie threw me a look of surprise, but when she noticed that I wasn’t kidding, she revved the engine up.

…

We came back to Fuller Corporation five minutes later, but Millie parked the car where nobody could see us. The headlamps and taillights were turned off to keep anyone from noticing us. We could see everyone who came in and out of the company, but none of them could see us.

Once Millie stopped the car, I rolled the window down and stared at the revolving door.

Millie was getting bored from my antics, so she lit up a particularly slender cigarette, hung her arm over the window, and puffed. She had always been a wild one, that Millie.

she was carrying a great sadness with her. Most women who smoked did. I looked at her, then I got choked

one last time before tossing the half-finished cigarette away, then she

of me. She might be my employee, but we were equals, so she didn’t have to pay too much

gleaming with danger and curiosity. “Most women I’ve met only care about themselves. Well, at least those who are experienced,

doing. Well, I was checking up on my husband at his company in the dead of

especially elites like Millie. She didn’t care about the little things in love or the

a successful woman after opening my own law firm and having two powerful families backing me up. Millie thought I should live my life to the fullest, but there I was, snooping around to see if my husband was cheating. At least that was how it seemed to her. Of course, she’d think I was wasting

retort, but then I noticed Ashton and Joseph coming out of the company—Ashton was hunched. They hurried

finish my sentence. She was a great driver, and the city was