Chapter 383

Cassia’s feet ached. She had visions of buckets of hot water and Epsom salts. She smiled and greeted the umpteenth person coming in through the heavily decorated damask-covered doors. The memorial for Pierre Baudat was a celebration of his life’s work. A-listers from all over the world were there. This was the biggest event she’d been given so far, and she’d been working night and day to get it organized. She hadn’t failed to notice how Calix’s bemusement over recent days had turned to irritation pretty quickly. No doubt, she thought bitterly, this wasn’t part of the game plan. A wife who worked.

"Well, tough," she told herself. and knew that she’d probably put in more hours than necessary. As far as avoidance tactics went, she was a master of the game. Extreme self-protection. Keep busy to avoid the pain of seeing Calix every day. She was sure it’d only be a matter of time now before she’d receive divorce papers, and then she could start to pick up the pieces of her broken heart. Bec