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!”

were some of 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

Damian’s tie. The angle perfectly captured Damian looking at her intimately. She hadn’t realized someone had been watching,

the trending topics but saw no mention of Damian or Howard Group, Indicating that the photo was likely shared internally. If

by whispers and glares as she walked into the office

quietly, “Are you okay? Don’t mind what they’re saying. Everyone here lives for

that he had simply asked her to pick out a tie for an event. But she lett out any deeper explanation of her relationship

fine,” Whitney replied

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

Whitney headed to the architecture department. As she passed the break room, she heard some people

that talk in the group that

got Mc. Howard to bark her up.

echoing out

“Rachel, aren’t you Mr. Howard’s fiance? How

do. My relationship with Mr. Howard is solid, but there are always women around him. If I tried to manage

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

office, where Damian was already in his office. She pulled her resignation letter from her desk drawer. Damian was on a call, but when he saw her at the door, he gestured for her to come in.

need?” Damian asked, ending

of the tumors circulating about them. Not that anyone would