Page 64 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

Returning my attention to the laptop, I began the first task.

It was to prepare a memo analysing a divorce issue. The man needed advice on how to share the marital assets.

I sighed. I disliked working on cases like these. It only reminded me of how increasingly difficult it was to find true love.

This couple had been married for eight years. After eight years of living life together they suddenly wanted to split. Why?

Faded love? They couldn’t tolerate each other anymore? Was it animosity or simply coming to terms that they weren’t compatible anymore?

I could never understand the reason. Perhaps because I grew up seeing my parents so in love.

Indeed love is a beautiful thing with the right person.

It suddenly made me wonder if Damien had ever been in love.

Of course he had. Why else would he feel broken after his marriage? Seven years later?

What was the reason for their separation? Whose idea was it?

My question remained unanswered. I soon realized I was doing it again. Letting thoughts of him into my head.

I huffed. This was becoming harder.

Patting stray hairs away from my face, I began the task. I had just signed on the paper when my door creaked open.

It was a slow creak and I held my breath until a body appeared in view. It was Sarah. I released a breath.

“You look like you were expecting someone else,” she immediately stated when she reached the desk.

The few times I’d been out with Sarah I noticed something. She was observant. A little too observant.

Or I just couldn’t hide my emotions for the life of me. Sierra had told me that a couple of times.

You suck at hiding stuff. Especially your emotions.

“Nope. I just wondered which creep was sneaking into my office,” I smirked.

“Wondered? You should have known it’s me. I mean who else would sneak in to maim you for no reason?”

I faked a gasp. “Now you have revealed your true intentions. Out you go.”

“Make me.” she puffed her chest.

I was rapidly taking a liking to her sense of humour.

I squinted my eyes. Flared my nostrils. And faked clenched teeth.

Not as easy as it sounds.

Our eyes held each other for a daring ten seconds before we burst into laughter.

“You blinked first.” she shook her head before glancing around. Her eyes lingered on my desk before she spoke. “Your office is pretty. The flowers and all.”

“Thank you.”

She nodded. Comfortable silence settled between us as she continued glancing around. Until she spoke again. “How are you?”

Of course, she’d stare at me with pity. I had told her everything. Minus his last comment.

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