Drafting My Golden Retriever Billionaire

I caught my boyfriend of five years cheating on me. But when I confronted him, his only reaction was a sigh of profound, exhausting irritation.

"Can you please stop making a scene?" Gavin said, his voice dripping with condescension. "I already told you, it was just business. I was playing a part for the clients."

A bitter laugh escaped my throat. Playing a part? How far, exactly, did "playing a part" go before the theater became reality?

I didn't answer him. Instead, I tilted my head back, looking up at the ceiling, and spoke to the empty air.