Exposing My Cheating Husband

The first time I met Stacy Scott was in Hugo Shaw's office. She wore a faded white shirt, the cuffs carefully rolled up to her forearms, clutching a crumpled resume in her hand, her fingertips white from the tight grip. "Mia Quinn, this is the new assistant I've hired, Stacy Scott." Hugo rose from his seat and casually patted Stacy on the shoulder. "Please look after her from now on." I noticed Stacy's body tremble almost imperceptibly, then she lowered her head and murmured, her voice barely audible like a mosquito's buzz, "Hello, Ms. Quinn." Hugo Shaw said Stacy Scott is a single mother with a five-year-old child, and her life is very challenging. "Her education might be average, but she's dependable in her work. We should do more to support her." As Hugo Shaw spoke, his gaze rested on Stacy Scott with a warmth I had never seen before. "That's only right." I smiled, nodded, and turned to leave the office. The moment I turned, I saw through the glass partition Hugo Shaw handing Stacy Scott a cup of hot coffee, his fingers gently brushing the back of her hand. That afternoon, I went to the pantry to get some water. "Is the coffee too hot?" Hugo Shaw's voice came from inside the cubicle. "No, thank you, Mr. Shaw." It was Stacy Scott's voice, tinged with a hint of shyness. I slowed my pace and heard the sound of a chair sliding. "Don't be so reserved all the time. There's no need to be so formal at the company." Hugo Shaw's voice softened. I stood still, holding an empty cup, my fingertips cold.