Chapter 112

Clara's POV

She paused, staring at the perfume label a bit more closely.

I would have assumed that she had spotted it was a fake, but what she said was a lot worse."It says here it's a sample," she pointed at the label on the side of the perfume as she shot daggers at him.

I nearly laughed, walking to the kitchen to clean up the counter. Even from there, it was still very easy to listen in on their conversation.

"Of all your money, you must be so cheap." She yelled.

He sighed. "Babe, my wife keeps track of every cent in my bank account. Besides, the samples are always much better than anything you can buy." He tried to justify himself.

"So, when are you finally planning to leave your wife? You've been making excuses for months." She yelled next.

He was a lot more shameless than I could have thought. He was the type that if his wife walked in, he would cower and pretend it had all been a setup.

I rushed through the rest of my work. I wanted to be out of here before knives started bei