ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY FIVE

SYLVIA'S POV

“Don’t worry about that, ma’am. Let them talk shit if they want,” Paul said, trying to ease my discomfort as I glanced at the TV screen in the hospital waiting room.

I shrugged and replied, “It doesn’t bother me anymore. I’m used to it by now.” I walked over to a chair outside the operating room, and Paul followed me. I pulled out my takeaway food and started eating again, trying to distract myself.

Paul took a seat next to me. “I didn’t meet you when Grayson and I were together. You must have started working for him after I left,” I said.

“Yeah, I came on board shortly after you two separated,” Paul replied. “But I did hear about you.”

I almost choked on my food. “Me? You heard about me?”

“Yeah, quite a lot, actually,” Paul said. “Grayson talked about you all the time after I started. At first, he was drinking heavily, depressed, and heartbroken. He’d curse your name when he was drunk, then call out for you like he longed for you. Your name seemed to haunt the halls of t