Chapter nine.

I saw the picture. I saw the fucking red dress. I saw the limousine. I saw the dinner date. I saw it all.

Fuck Neil. And his secretary.

I thought after those painful words I lashed at Zina she'd avoid Neil at all means or quit her job, but she didn't, instead, she clung tightly to him.

I watched from a reasonable distance when they both walked into the restaurant. I could swear he had his hands at her back. I saw how they were both giggly and touchy. Zina wanted the worst in me, and I was sure to hand it to her.

I took pictures of both of them, of course. If I had approached Neil about it, he would have cautioned me and told me I was being nosey and worried for no reason, then he might have gone ahead to say it was a business dinner with a client and he needed to take his secretary with him. I needed to be worried because my husband-to-be was slipping from my hands.

I called Mom instantly after taking the pictures. "Mum, I saw Neil and Zina together, at a fancy restaurant."