Ailie was on the verge of flipping the table.
She shot to her feet, her voice trembling with emotion. “Curtis, do you even know who McNeil is?”
She was *this* close to blurting out that McNeil was Victoria’s husband.
Curtis fixed his gaze on Ailie. Of course he knew who McNeil was—and he knew exactly why she was upset on Victoria’s behalf.
But before things could escalate, Victoria spoke up.
“Ailie, Mr. Garcia didn’t do anything wrong.”
McNeil had always been the man behind Violet’s success.
Ever since Victoria had recovered from her illness and was ready to return to work, McNeil had been tirelessly paving the way for Violet at every step.
Once upon a time, that had been exactly what Victoria wanted.
She’d told McNeil she wanted to join the company, to fight alongside him as equals.
But McNeil had just smiled and said, “Victoria, you’re my wife. I want you to stay behind the scenes and support me. I don’t like seeing my woman in the spotlight. Let me take care of you for the rest of our lives—will you let me do that?”
How laughable.
Now that Violet had appeared, their relationship out in the open, Victoria had watched McNeil run around trying to make the world a better place for his new lover, doing anything and everything for her.
And that was when the difference between love and indifference became painfully clear.
Looking back, those words that had once touched her deeply now seemed like a cruel joke.
“Victoria?” Ailie was stunned. She couldn’t believe Victoria was taking Curtis’s side.
Curtis cleared his throat awkwardly. “It’s just business, Victoria. There was no other way.”
Ailie slammed her palm down on the table, making everyone in the restaurant jump.
Curtis quickly stood and pulled the booth’s curtain closed, trying to contain the scene.
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