His Fiancee

“Darling, I’m he-“ The door was suddenly pushed open.

Their gazes flew to the woman who just came in. The woman took in the scene before her, the position that they were in, her eyes passing over both of them before resting on Bree. The click of her heels echoed in the office as she approached them.

“Darling, I said I’m here.”

At the woman’s words, Bree immediately broke away from Spencer’s grip, hastily wiping her tears. Her eyes scanned the woman taking in every detail from the top of her perfectly stretched black hair to the tips of her red heels. She wore a tight pencil skirt that stopped just above the knee and a matching jacket that barely reached her waist. In her hands were two shopping bags.

Finally, Spencer made a turn to the woman, his face still red with anger.

“What the hell are you doing here, Emily?”

Emily? Bree thought. That explains why the woman looked familiar. Emily Watson, the spoiled only daughter of the Watson family. They were close friends with the Bennet