His Wife, Her Intern, And The Watch

's breakfast when Sabrina stormed in. Her face was

ieked, her voice echoing

our daughter. "Good morning, Sabrina. Chloe, eat

one! My clothes... my entire collection

g. "I got the watch back," I said, my voice dangerously quiet. I gestur

hat I had done was finally sinking in. Her shock was slowly

e whispered. "That watc

t away to a boy toy like it was a party favor. You explain

message from my private investigator, a man I kept on retainer

There was Sabrina, in her silk pajamas, at Ethan' s tiny, rundown apartment. She was standing at his stove, making him breakfast. T

She had spent the night coddling

intense this time. I stood up

the office," I sa

he building. Every sleek, modern inch of it. I walked past the reception desk without a word,

of it all, Sabrina was fussing over Ethan. She had arranged a gourmet lunch for him on his desk-sushi from Nob

ice cut through the offi

a flicker of fear in her eyes.

them. "That' s very generous. So generous, in fact, that I think you should e

h-pitched sound. "Don't be

I said, my voice dropp

p, trying to put himself between me and Sabrina. "Sir, t

rp crack that echoed through the silent office. He stumbled

on back to Sabrina.

is my building. You are here because I allow it. And he," I pointed a finger at the whimpering Ethan, "is noth