When Love Is a Lie

Chapter 59 My Patience is Limited

Whitney was baffled by the questions

“Check the company group chat,” Sophie messaged her again.

Whitney opened the company’s group chat. It was initially created by the administration teams for eary communication. This group now included assistants and secretaries from all

departments.

Over time, work discussions had dwindled, and casual gossip had taken over, so Whitney had muted the notifications. Now, the group chat had over a hundred unread messages.

“She doesn’t seem like the type

“The more innocent they look, the wilder they a

“But Mr. Howard has a fanche, right? Can’t believe she’d still go to him. Beally shows you never know people!”

“Better rep it down. She’s in the group. Don’t want her making life harder for you!”

the last comments Whitney saw, timestamped about ten minutes earlier. She tapped on the unread message count and let the chat scroll back to the top, eventually reaching

a photo from earlier that day, taken at the boutique while she was adjusting Damian’s tie. The angle perfectly captured Damian looking at her intimately. She hadn’t realized someone had been watching, let alone taking a photo and posting it in the company

Damian or Howard Group, Indicating that the photo was likely

Whitney was greeted by whispers and glares as she walked into the

and asked quietly, “Are you okay? Don’t mind what they’re saying.

explained to Sophie last night that she wasn’t Damian’s mistress, that he had simply asked her to pick out a tie for an event. But she

fine,” Whitney replied calmly

hear.” Sophie handed her a file. “This is for Mr. Smith in the architecture department. His assistant is out today.

Whitney headed to the architecture department. As she passed

group that yesterday, she just waltors in here today like

to bark her up. You think she cares what

out from the

aren’t you Mr. Howard’s fiance? How can you tolerate that fox around

not much i can do. My relationship with Mr. Howard is solid, but there are always women

me “That’s true. With his states and looks, what woman wouldn’t throw herself at him! But remember, there’s only one Max Howard, and that’s you, Bachel. He treats you differently.” By now, rumors had spread throughout the office that Whitey was Damian’s mistress, a home wrecker. With everys talking, any explanation from her would fall on deaf ears. She ignitallince she was

Damian was on a call, but when he saw her at the door, he gestured for her to come in. Whitney approached his

Damian asked, ending the call and walking

unaware of the tumors circulating about them. Not