Mending Heart

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Chapter 18


“It is not the pain, it’s who it came from.” – Drishti Bablani

“I am never letting you choose where we eat, ever again.” I grumbled, pulling my hair into a high ponytail as Ethan and I stepped into the elevator.

“Oh, come on!” He laughed, pressing our floor number. “It wasn’t that bad!”

“Not that bad?” I asked incredulously. “Ethan, we’ve been gone for two hours and a half! Half of which was spent waiting for a fucking table because someone thought it was rude to just leave and find another restaurant.”

Ethan had invited me to lunch earlier today and I accepted, completely unaware that he meant an actual sit-down lunch with a full course meal. Don’t get me wrong, the place he picked out was very nice – their customer service, however, not so much.

On top of that, he didn’t make a reservation and the place was packed. I was ready to settle for the taco place across the street from the steakhouse, but according to Ethan ′it’s rude to leave now, we already gave them our name.′

No, rude is making me wait outside in 90-degree weather in a pantsuit, I thought bitterly. The scorching end of June sun was coming down hot today, and I was sweating in places I should not be sweating right now.

“On the upside, you got to spend time with me.” He leaned down and planted a lingering kiss on my cheek.

“You call that an upside?” I raised an eyebrow in his direction, but a smile quickly broke out on my face.

“Always, Cupcake.” He flashes me a smirk, pulling back just as the elevator dinged and opened on our floor.

“Careful,” I slipped past him, sheepishly glancing at him under my eyelashes. “That ego of yours is going to explode any day now.”

I heard him snort a laugh behind me, but I didn’t turn around.

We were still keeping our relationship – if you could call it that – out of the office for the most part, and so Ethan and I tried to avoid being too touchy-touchy at work. It helped that we worked in different departments and that we rarely actually worked together on a client.

After a quick stop by my office to grab my laptop, I quickly made my way to the conference room where almost everyone had gathered. We had an interdepartmental meeting scheduled for this afternoon, one which I was running late to thanks to a certain someone.

I slipped in as quickly and quietly as possible, taking the first available seat I could find. A few heads turned in my direction, including Kate who gave me a questioning look. I shook my head, letting her know it was no big deal.

“Look – I understand that we have some time before other entities need to start implementing the new standards under ASC 842, but the sooner they do it, the easier and smoother the transition is going to be.” One of the other Managing Director’s stated.

“Public entities are all required to start implementing the new standard beginning the next fiscal year starting after December 15th, 2018 so that should be the priority,” I said, causing everyone’s attention to shift towards me.

“Who has a client that’s a public entity?” I continued, glancing around the room. Only a few people answered, which wasn’t unusual since the majority of our clients were privately held. “The focus then should be on preparing those clients for the change and making sure they understand what this means for their financial statements. For some clients who do a lot of work with leases, this is going to be a shock and we need to be prepared to walk them through it.”

There were grunts and nods of agreement amongst everyone in the room.


An hour and a half later, and everyone in the internal audit department seemed to have a solid understanding of what they needed to do. While these meetings were crucial to successfully running our business, they could be a drag.

Especially during the summer when the weather is nice, and all I wanted to do was go lay on the beach and feel the lake’s breeze hitting my skin. It was supposed to be nice out this weekend, so maybe after brunch, I could convince Megan to come with me. Although given her wedding is a little over a month away, she’s entered bridezilla mode and I’m not sure I want to be around for that.

On the way back to my office, I passed Sam’s desk where there was a very pretty blonde waiting. She was fairly young, probably around my age with long hair cascading down her shoulders to about mid-back. Her frame was small, and she was at least a head shorter than me. However, despite her small and frail figure, her breasts were full and her bum was perfectly shaped.

She must spend a lot of time at the gym to look like that, I thought.

She glanced around one more time, and then back at her watch. “Are you here for a meeting?” I stopped in my tracks. Sometimes, Sam is away from her desk because she has to run other errands, and the front desk is left unmanned. I’ve told the office manager to hire more people, but it seems to have gone over her head.

“Sort of.” The blonde smiled politely. Her lips were plump and smeared with dark red lipstick, while her flawless skin stared back at me. “I’m here to see Ethan.”

At the mention of Ethan’s name, my ears perked. “Sure, I’ll check you in. What name is the meeting under.”

“Oh no, hon.” She chuckled. Her demeanor was relaxed, cocky even, as she bounced on the heels of her stilettos.“I don’t have a meeting, but you can just point me to his new office.”

Right – like I’m about to let a stranger just walk into his office. A very beautiful stranger, no less. “I’m sorry but if you don’t have a meeting, I can’t let you just walk into his office.” I did my best to smile politely at her, but you never know with my face.

“I’m his wife sweetheart.” She flashed me her pearly white teeth.

“Oh.” I managed to squeak out as I felt my heart drop. I prayed that my face was not indicative of what I was feeling right now because the last thing I needed was for her to know who I am.

His mistress.

“In that case,” I forced a smile and kept my voice as leveled as possible, pointing to the corridor behind me. “His office is the last door through there.”

“Thanks!” She smiled sweetly before turning on her heel and walking in the direction I pointed to.

The bastard was married!


I should’ve minded my own damn business and continued straight to my office, I thought bitterly. That way, I could’ve continued to live in blissful ignorance.

Slamming the door to my office shut with more force than necessary, I slumped in my chair.

How the fuck did I not see this coming?

But then again, it’s me we’re talking about and nothing ever seems to go my way for too long. It’s always one thing after another – a never-ending loop of bad luck.

I sat there staring daggers at the glass door for a good thirty minutes before I willed myself to get up and go home. There was no point sitting around sulking when I could just go home and do the exact same thing.

I don’t even know what I was supposed to be feeling right now, but I do know that I was more disappointed than anything else. Disappointed in myself for not seeing the signs that he had a wife, and disappointed that I allowed myself to get hurt. Again.

I was starting to think that maybe, just maybe, men weren’t such assholes and I had found someone I could be myself with.

Boy was I wrong.

The past two months had been amazing between Ethan and me. We spent the majority of our free time together – either hanging out or going out after work and doing one of the many outdoorsy activities the city had to offer in the spring and summertime. Two weeks ago he even came over for dinner at my mom’s house!

So how the fuck did I not suspect that he was married?_____________________________________________

Well – there you have it! This are going to get a whole lot more interesting from this point onward.

On that note, this is roughly the first half of the book so don’t worry there is plenty of time for these two to get their happily ever after.

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