Chapter 2

I had barely sat down at my desk when the influencer who called herself Sweetheart recognized me.

She tossed a stack of files onto my desk. “Go get me a coffee.”

I stared at her in silence. Her name was Tessa Quinn, and she looked uncannily like me. She was exactly Eugene’s type.

Could my husband, the man who claimed to love me so deeply, really be keeping a mistress at the office behind my back?

I didn’t want to alert her. Even if I was going to divorce him, I needed to gather evidence first.

“I want it hand-ground, got it?”

One of the coworkers nearby jumped in. “Are you deaf? Get moving. Being able to bring coffee to the future Mrs. Gibson should be an honor.”

I forced myself to stay calm, made the coffee, and handed it to her.

Just as I turned to leave, she suddenly let out a sharp scream.

“Anna Fisher, what the hell are you doing?”

I turned around. The coffee that had been perfectly fine a second earlier was now spilled all over her designer bag.

The coworker behind her looked even more panicked than Tessa did. She snatched up the bag and started frantically wiping it off. “Do you even know how much this bag costs? It’s a rare collector’s piece worth a fortune. You just started here, and you already ruined the future Mrs. Gibson’s bag. Can you even afford to pay for that?”

“And you’re all so sure she’s the future Mrs. Gibson?” I asked.

“Of course we are. Everyone in this company knows Tessa’s about to get engaged to the CEO. And you, don’t think we didn’t recognize you. You’re that delusional woman from Tessa’s livestream a few days ago, aren’t you?”

As soon as one person said it, the whole office cracked up.

“Oh, so it’s you,” Tessa said, pretending to be surprised. “My fans didn’t give you too hard a time, did they?”

I picked up the bag and glanced at it. “So the future Mrs. Gibson can’t even bring herself to buy the real one?”

The smile on Tessa’s face froze.

“What kind of joke is that? Mr. Gibson gave me this bag. What would someone like you know?”

“How could the future Mrs. Gibson possibly be carrying a fake bag? Apologize to Tessa right now!”

Tessa folded her arms. “Look, since we're working together, I'll let this slide if you apologize and pay for the damages.”

I let out a small laugh and shook my head. “You people really believe everything she tells you, don’t you?”

“What else are we supposed to believe? You? The internet-famous psycho who’s obsessed with Mr. Gibson?”

“There’s no reasoning with you people.”

“Anna, what are you muttering about over there? Don’t tell me you’re about to claim I’m not the future Mrs. Gibson and you are. Haven’t you embarrassed yourself enough already? No one’s going to believe you.”

I gave a dry laugh. “I was just thinking, if you really are the future Mrs. Gibson, then with the team outing coming up this weekend, why don’t you take us all to meet Mr. Gibson?”

I wanted to see it for myself too. If she really was telling the truth, then what kind of look would Eugene have on his face when his little girlfriend showed up with me, his legal wife, right beside her?

Tessa’s eyes shifted for a second. “My boyfriend’s overseas right now. He doesn’t have time.”

“Overseas? You sure about that?”

“Of course I’m sure. Why would I lie? If you don’t believe me, go check with the executive office.”

Eugene really was overseas.

That meant there was a very good chance she really was my husband’s mistress.

Back then, Eugene and I had built Gibson Corporation together from the ground up. Once the company was on solid footing, I stepped back and settled into life as a stay-at-home wife.

If he really had cheated, then I was taking half the company in the divorce.

But first, I needed proof. Eugene’s face had never appeared in any of those videos. If he flat-out denied everything, there would not be much I could do.

When men turned ruthless, they could throw even their own mistress under the bus without a second thought.

“All right, then,” Tessa said. “If we still haven’t picked a place for this weekend’s company outing, let’s just go to the Gibson family villa in North Hill.”

She said it as casually as if she owned the place.

The entire office erupted in cheers.

“Anna, you better come this weekend,” someone called out. “Tessa can tell you all about her love story with Mr. Gibson.”

“I wouldn’t miss it.”