Page 29 of My Bossy Billionaire Attorney

“Five minutes,” she repeats.

I don’t bother offering her a chair.

“I’m sorry for what I did to you, Savannah. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I swear. I was going to come clean—”

“Come clean that you were sleeping with my fiancé? Someone I introduced you to? And for the better part of one year?” I ask, my voice coming out higher than I’d like it.

I inhale to dial back on my anger. Alice Hansen does deserve my wrath, but right now, I have to focus on clearing my name—a pickle I wouldn’t be in if two people I loved hadn’t betrayed me.

“Let’s say you came clean. Let’s say you asked to meet me one day and confessed that you and my fiancé were having an affair. What did you think would have happened?”

“Do you think I would have forgiven you? That I’d understand that things happen, and since you confessed, I should give you a second chance?” The more I talk, the closer I get to losing my cool. “Do you see me as someone who is that gullible, Alice?”

Alice shakes her head and waves her hand.

“No. Not at all. I don’t see you as…I’m sorry, Savannah. I thought…I was jealous of what you had with Brandon. Then one day he called me to come pick him up from the bar because he was too drunk to drive, and you weren’t picking up your phone,” she explains.

“I swear, I was just going to drop him off at your place, but he didn’t want you to see him like that. So, we went to my place and….” She winces at the memory, and I see her eyes water. “I broke up with him a week after you called the wedding off.”

“I would have done it before then, but he didn’t let me. He made me believe that he could handle things. I should have known,” she exhales. “I was so stupid.”

The only thing I feel for Alice is the pity I felt for Brandon the last time we met. Pity for the people who only think of themselves.

And then after ruining everything they still couldn’t be happy.

“I don’t care,” I say, my anger ebbing away. “The second I found out you and Brandon were having an affair, both of you ceased to exist in my life. So please, leave, now.”

I turn my face away so Alice would take it as my final statement. I hear her sigh as she turns to leave.

“Brandon is dead, you know,” she says.

My head whips around so fast that I almost give myself whiplash.

“Brandon is dead?”

As in, how the hell did you find out about that?

“You still love him,” she says. “Don’t you? I don’t know how he died, and the cops are keeping it under wraps. He said he wanted to meet with you two weeks ago.”

“Did you meet with him?” She asks.

I open my mouth to speak, to lie, but nothing comes out.

Shit. I can’t discuss this with her.

“I guess not. I wouldn’t blame you either.”

“Hey.”

A new voice breaks my train of thought, and my eyes widen when I see Michael standing by the door.

“Good morning,” he says to Alice. “Can I help you? Are you here to see someone?”

“I’m sorry,” she shakes her head. “I came to see Savannah, but I will be leaving now. Thank you for the five minutes, Savannah. I know it isn’t my place to say this, but I’m sure Brandon’s sister would love to hear from you.”

The expression on my face is stoic indifference, but I’m panicking inside. When she leaves and Michael closes the door, I let out a loud, long sigh.

He strides across my office, coming to pat me on the back.

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