His Secret Wife Quits Today
Language: en
The wine stain bloomed across Gavin’s crisp white dress shirt like a fresh, jagged wound. It happened in slow motion—the stumble, the splash, the collective gasp of the entire marketing department. Gavin excused himself to the restroom to clean up, leaving a vacuum of silence that was instantly filled with frantic whispering. Everyone was placing bets on whether he’d explode. "I bet three rounds of shots he loses it," one colleague hissed, leaning over the table. "Remember the intern who spilled coffee on his files? She was packing her box the next morning." "I wouldn’t be so sure,"…