Her Husband's Secret Affair novel Chapter 27

Brenda snatched the phone from the man beside her, her fingers tightening around it as Adam’s name flashed on the screen.

Her heart skipped a beat, but she quickly masked it with a sharp glare. She glanced at Mark, her current companion, who was eyeing her with mild amusement.

With a deep breath, Brenda pressed the phone to her ear, her expression turning cold. “What do you want, Adam?” she demanded, her voice sharp and dripping with annoyance.

On the other end, Adam’s voice was steady, yet there was a noticeable softness to it. “Brenda, I’m… I’m sorry for everything. For whatever trouble I’ve caused you.”

Brenda rolled her eyes, throwing the phone on her lap as she let out a sarcastic chuckle. “Spare me the pity party, Adam,” she muttered, then picked it back up.

Adam’s voice softened further, the desperation clear in his words. “No, no. It’s not that. Look, the situation has spiraled out of control. The publicity… it’s been disastrous. My reputation’s in tatters. The company’s shares are tanking. I’m doing everything I can to salvage it, but it’s bad for both of us.”

Brenda’s lips curled into a smirk, her fingers tapping against the phone screen. Exactly what I wanted, she thought with a feeling of twisted satisfaction. Watch it all burn.

“Well, that’s not my problem, is it?” Brenda replied smoothly, leaning back in her chair as she stared at the man who was still sitting beside her. Mark watched her closely, sensing the tension in the room.

Adam sighed heavily on the other end of the line. “Brenda, please. I’m not asking for your sympathy. I just need to fix this, for both our sakes.”

Her brow arched, unimpressed. “Fix it? And what exactly do you have in mind, Adam?”

“I think we need to meet. In person,” Adam said, his voice tinged with urgency. “Tonight.”

Brenda stiffened for a moment, trying to detect any underlying trap in his tone.

What’s the catch? she thought, rolling her eyes inwardly. But no matter how much she tried to second-guess him, something about his tone sounded real. He was desperate, and that was all she needed to know.

At last, she feigned indifference, raising one eyebrow. “At your house?”

There was no hesitation in Adam’s response. “Yes, please. We need to talk, Brenda. It can’t wait.”

Brenda’s lips twitched into an amused grin. You’re really desperate, aren’t you, Adam?