She was Rina—
And that was the one thing Jonathan could never, under any circumstances, suspect.
Around noon, Jonathan took Marina out for lunch at one of the city’s trendier restaurants. A few employees from The Thomas Group happened to spot them there.
In the past, Marina had relished these moments—being seen out with Jonathan, arm in arm, was a thrill. The more public their outings, the more attention they drew, the more she craved it.
But now, though she still appeared just as close to Jonathan as ever, the stares of others no longer filled her with pride or satisfaction. Now, everyone knew: Jonathan was married.
And his wife was not her.
No matter how much Marina looked the part of Jonathan’s partner, to everyone at The Thomas Group, there was only one recognized Mrs. Thomas—Niamh.
Which meant that the more she appeared at Jonathan’s side, the more intimate she acted, the clearer it became: she was the other woman.
Still, Marina couldn’t bring herself to turn down Jonathan’s invitation to lunch.
“What’s wrong?” Jonathan asked, breaking the silence.
Marina smiled, but said nothing.
Before she’d spiked his drink, she would have seized this chance to pour out her grievances, fishing for hints about when he’d finally leave Niamh and make her his wife.
But now, even though Jonathan’s suspicions about her had faded, she could tell he wasn’t as devoted as before.
She knew Jonathan well enough. If she started complaining now, pressing him about divorcing Niamh and giving her a proper place in his life, she’d only drive him further away.
After lunch, Jonathan headed back to the office—he had work to do.
Marina drove herself to her studio. Once she was well away from The Thomas Group’s headquarters, she pulled her car over to the side of the road.
She was making a call.
“How’s that thing I asked you to handle?” she asked.
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