Page 102 of Dr. Billionaire Playboy

"Oh, big news, Crystal!" Sarah said as she walked over to me.

"Yeah? What is it?"

She showed me her ring. The stone glistened under the overhead lights.

"Catherine finally proposed?!" I asked in excitement.

"She did!" Sarah said as the both of us held hands and squealed.

"I'm so happy for you, Sarah," I said as I stared at the ring on her finger, "It really looks beautiful. Catherine, you outdid yourself, you know?"

"Only the best for the best thing in my life," Catherine replied in a very smooth manner.

"Ooooh," Sarah and I cooed as we watched her bask in our praises.

"Wait! We should be careful with how much we praise her. Don't want her getting a swollen head now, do we?" Sarah stated.

"I want to find out if Adam has anything I can work on for him," I said.

"But you just got here. Why not take a moment and just find out what everyone else has been up to?" Sarah suggested.

"I know you want to get a whiff of his royal doctorness’s pheromones, but Sarah has a point," Catherine said.

"I just want him to know I'm here," I said as I got to my feet.

That was my second mistake.

Maybe, if I l had listened to them and stayed put, checking in with my colleagues, then maybe I wouldn't have seen it.

When I opened his office door and found the strange woman pressed up against him and his hand about to hold her head, the only thought that came to mind was...

See? I told you he wouldn't change that easily.

My blue-sky day came to an end just like that.

As I hurried out of his office and returned to mine, Catherine saw me and stopped me.

She took one good look at me and immediately knew something was wrong. I tried to speak, but I had developed a lump in my throat and my face felt wet. I didn’t even realize I had started to cry.

"That bastard," she gritted her teeth and let me go, "Sarah, no one sees her."

"I'm fine," I choked.

"You're not," Sarah said as she held my hand and returned me to my office.

"He was with another woman," I said.

"I'm sorry, Crystal," she apologized as she embraced me.

I hugged her too.

The only question in my mind was...how could you, Adam?

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The next day at the hospital, I avoided Adam. His texts, his calls, his voicemails—they nearly ran my battery down. I couldn’t delete them, nor could I go through them.

"Crystal," he called as he tried to reach for me.

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