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weighed down from my anguish.
    It’s not just his looks, his money, or his power. Sure, those are great, but mostly it’s the way he makes me feel. No man can ever make me feel the way Julian makes me feel. I can’t imagine my life without him. But if I find out he is cheating, what will I do?
    I take a deep breath and try to pull myself together. I’m trembling and my stomach feels wound up in knots. I head back to the pile of mail on the island and slowly sort through it with shaky fingers, trying to deny my worst fears and act as though everything were normal.
    Once I’ve finished, I head to Julian’s office with the company mail and a cup of coffee. When I step inside, he’s not there. I approach his desk, set down the mail and coffee, and sit in front of his computer.
    The computer is unlocked. I quickly open the browser and look through his history.
    It’s all been cleared. Julian is too careful, too smart.
    I’m surprised when I’m able to open his email. I scan his inbox and find only work emails. I look through the trash folder and scan the various names. I freeze when I see an email from his secretary, Milana. I open the email and read it:
     
    I just want to say I’m sorry.
     
    I check the date. It was sent yesterday. Then, Julian’s gruff voice startles me.
    “Cheryl, what are you doing?”
    I look up from the computer screen as he approaches.
    “I’m just checking my email,” I respond quickly, closing his email.
    “You have you own computer to do that.”
    I leap up from the desk and smile. “I brought your mail and coffee.”
    “I can see that.” Julian sounds irritated. “Why don’t you go take care of the baby,” he commands. “I have a lot of work to do.”
    I frown and hurry out of his office. What is he hiding?
     

 
    CHAPTER SIX
     
    In the morning, I call my mother and ask how she is settling into her new home. She tells me she’s in the process of decorating and picking out furniture, but says that any time I need her to babysit she will gladly come by.
    I also call Anita and Sandra and arrange for them to come over for lunch with their children. Sandra tells me she is unable to make it, but Anita gladly accepts my invitation and we set a time for the afternoon.
    I busy myself with making sure that the three maids have arranged everything properly and that the dining room looks presentable for lunch. I’ve made sure that three beautiful short-stemmed white and pink rose bouquets are on the dining room table. Numerous white and pink candles are arranged at the center of the table. The crystal chandler set above the dining room table is polished to perfection.
    The doorbell rings and I rush to answer it. The two Dobermans run up to the door before me. I step around them and open the door.
    “Hello, Cheryl.” Anita flashes her bright white teeth at me. She is holding her son in her arms. She is dressed in a long, flowing white dress, a white Hermès Birkin purse, and yellow gold Chanel earrings, bracelet, and watch. Her long, light blonde hair is flowing in thick, loose waves down her shoulders. She looks stunning, like a model from Vogue .
    “Come in,” I say warmly. “You look fabulous.”
    “Thank you.” She steps in and I close the door. She follows me into the living room.
    “Your home is beautiful,” she chirps. “So grand.”
    “Thank you,” I reply. “We only really use a small part of it; the rest is just amenities. I could give you the complete tour if you like. We have an indoor pool, a theatre, a—”
    “That’s okay,” she interrupts. “I’m here to get to know you. Although your home is spectacular, you can save the tour for another time.”
    “Do you want a drink?” I ask as she takes a seat on the white couch in the living room, her son in her lap. She really blends into our all-white décor.
    “Sure. I’ll have some champagne.”
    The nanny brings out little Julian and lets him get acquainted with Anita’s son while I prepare drinks. I