Episode 2

I returned to my station, I could swear I was steaming from the ears.

I sat at my desk, starting to work.

"Marizza this, Marizza that, like she's such a big deal." I grumbled to myself, not knowing someone was listening.

"I think someone's jealous of Marizza." I turned around, irritated, but calmed down when I realized it was Blake, Daven's half-brother, and my best friend.

Blake and I had gone to classes together since kindergarten and everything that followed, thanks to him I met my husband.

"Screw you, idiot." I spat, leaning back in my chair. He simply laughed while raising both hands in surrender. "I saw the news." He commented, while lighting a cigarette.

"I figured, did you come to flatter Marizza too?" I said sarcastically, while crossing my arms. He smiled mockingly, while exhaling smoke in my direction. "Actually, I just wanted to check that you weren't crying like a loser." He mocked, and I hit him.

"You're the loser!" I retorted and the idiot laughed out loud.

Even when he's an imbecile, Blake always knows how to calm my stress, even if it's with sarcastic comments as he always does.

"Doll." I shuddered when I heard that voice, I turned around and there was Daven, arms crossed and jaw clenched tightly, as if he was upset. "Let's go home." He ordered and I nodded.

"See you later, Blake." I said goodbye, approaching my husband.

We left the company and got into the car, the place was silent and I was dying to yell at him, but I wanted him to explain everything first.

"What were you talking about with my brother?" He questioned, as he started driving.

Seriously? There's a photo of you with another woman all over the internet, but you're worried about what I talked about with your brother? Very mature.

"We were talking about Marizza coming back." He tensed up. "And how you went to pick her up at the airport. While we're at it, you didn't come home last night. Oh, and I didn't miss that you're not wearing the same clothes as yesterday. What are you waiting for? Explain it, now." I said furiously.

He frowned, while squeezing the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"It's not what you think, Evangeline."

"Oh, no? Because I think it's exactly what I think. Last night you left, you didn't come home, the paparazzi took pictures of you with your ex-girlfriend, AND YOU'RE NOT WEARING THE CLOTHES FROM YESTERDAY!"

"FINE!" He shouted, upset. "It looks bad, I know. But she called me to pick her up, nothing more."

"Are you telling me that an actress of her caliber can't afford a chauffeur to take her home? How stupid do you think I am, Daven?!" I raised my voice and he sighed frustrated.

"I was just going to pick her up so no one would find out she had returned to London. I don't know what happened or who told the press, but I swear nothing happened between us." Despite his frustration and my doubts, I could see the truth in his eyes and the sincerity behind his words. I sighed and buried my face in my hands.

"That doesn't explain why you didn't come home to sleep and it doesn't explain why you don't have the same clothes as the day before." I insisted.

"Evangeline." Daven took my hands, pulling them away from my face, his eyes landed on mine; observing me seriously, as if he didn't like that I doubted him. "After dropping her off at her house, I went back to work. I had things to take care of and that's why I didn't come home. Today, in the morning, I had to go to a meeting of investors and that's why I asked James to buy me a new suit." He informed me. "If you don't believe me, you can see the company's cameras, I was always there, doll."

A sigh of relief escaped my lips and I hid my face in his neck.

"Even so, I don't like you picking up women. Much less her, don't do it again, Daven." I pleaded, he buried his nose in my hair, inhaling my scent.

"I'm sorry I made you doubt me, doll, it won't happen again, I promise." He verbalized with certainty and I finally calmed down, I sought comfort in his embrace and he didn't push me away.

"I'm sorry I accused you of something you didn't do. But don't ever do something like that again!" I scolded him and he smiled. "Never again, I promise."

We never touched on the subject of Marizza again. The next day, Daven used his influence and managed to eliminate that news and also made sure that our employees stopped gossiping.

I felt relieved, but this peace was only the calm before the storm.

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