James

“I don’t want your pity, James!” Anita cried, pulling away from him. She wiped her cheeks furiously, trying to regain her composure. “You don’t understand. This isn’t just some heartbreak. This is my entire life collapsing around me.”

James looked taken aback, but his expression quickly softened. “I understand more than you think, Anita. I’ve seen how much you cared for him. This isn’t just about love; it’s about trust.”

Margaret, still trembling in the corner, gathered herself, attempting to stand tall despite her injuries. “You think this is my fault?” she spat, her voice laced with venom. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. Charles is a grown man. He made his choices. I didn’t twist his arm.”

Anita turned to Margaret, her fury reignited. “You’re a snake. You think you’re so clever, playing the victim while you take my husband away from me? You had no right!”

James stepped in again, his voice firm. “You’re fired, Margaret.”

Margaret trembled as she heard those words. “Sir,