Hugo didn't respond right away. He just stared down at Oliver contemptuously.
"Yes," he said calmly a while later. "I've always been with Susan. She is my woman… my girlfriend. The mother of my children."
Then, without a hint of shame or hesitation, he wrapped an arm around Susan's shoulders and drew her close. She leaned into him, her lips curling into a triumphant smile.
Oliver blinked, stunned, as if the words hadn't quite landed. "Your girlfriend?" he repeated, befuddled. "You are saying… she is with you?"
He looked at Susan, then back at Hugo, his mind racing, unable to compute the revelation. The woman he had once trusted had been living a double life, and he had never even seen it coming.
"When?" he asked with growing alarm. "Since when have you two been together?"
Hugo's gaze darkened, but he never looked away. "Long before she ever walked into your office. Long before she ever became your secretary."
