“I’ll take it to the break room and let them know it’s there,” Eliza said and scurried away with the lunch box. “Is there something you’d like to tell me, Mark?” Sandra asked when Eliza was gone. “I really don’t know what you’re getting at, honey,” he replied innocently.

“What time should I be ready for tonight’s launch?” Sandra asked, changing the topic. “Oh, uh, are you sure you want to come? It’s not going to be very exciting.” Sandra sighed and forced a smile. “Thank you, honey! I’d much rather curl up in front of the TV and catch up on the latest episodes of my favorite series.”

Mark grinned. There was obvious relief in Mark’s smile now. He kissed Sandra on the cheek, told her he’d probably go straight to the launch after work, and asked her not to wait up for him. Sandra left the office, knowing Mark was definitely hiding something from her.

Sandra parked her sedan in her minimalist home’s garage and entered her home. “You’re back!” Janet appeared, descending the stairs. “How did it go?” “The girl with Mark is his secretary. They looked cozy,” Sandra replied, troubled.

Janet frowned and shared more bad news, showing Sandra a receipt for a custom-made pair of daisy-shaped diamond earrings. “Don’t ask me how I got this.” “Oh my God.” Sandra put a hand to her mouth. “This is for the earrings Eliza was wearing!”

“She looked me right in the eye and told me those earrings were from her father!” Sandra crumpled the receipt into a ball and threw it down the hallway. “That brazen little witch!” “We’ll confront him at his presentation tonight,” Sandra suggested.

Janet arched her eyebrows. “Are you sure you want to do this at a work function?” “It seems fitting since he’s banging his secretary!” Sandra snapped. “How could he do this to me?” Sandra started crying suddenly.

“Janet, tell me the truth: Did I do something to chase Mark away? Or should I have put more effort into my appearance? Maybe if I had Botox or gave the girls a lift.” She placed her hands beneath her breasts and pushed them upwards.

“It’s not you, Sandy. It’s him,” Janet said, emphasizing that the betrayal wasn’t Sandra’s fault. That evening, at the conference center, Sandra and Janet, dressed in gowns, noticed a strict security guard at the front entrance. They needed a covert entry.

Circling the building, they found an emergency exit, but it was locked. Sandra suggested breaking in, but Janet refused, citing legal risks. “I’ll distract the guard,” Janet finally offered. The security cameras on the front of the building all pointed outwards, so Sandra hugged the wall as she snuck around to the front.

Once she was close to the entrance, she glanced back at Janet and gave her a thumbs-up. Janet pressed her hands together as though praying, and then she hobbled toward the entrance with her strappy shoes dangling from her fingers.

“Excuse me,” Janet said with an emotional quiver in her voice. “Do you perhaps have some glue? My heels broke, and I’ve hurt my ankle, and…and…” As Janet distracted the guard with a wail, Sandra kept going. Suddenly, Janet cried, “I just need to borrow it!” and took off in the other direction, clutching the guard’s baton, her dress hitched up.

The guard chased after her. Seizing the moment, Sandra slipped through the door and into the foyer. Inside, Mark’s launch event was underway. Sandra paused and watched as Mark and Eliza went up to the podium. She was determined to wait it out and confront Mark after the presentation until she saw Eliza softly run her hand over Mark’s shoulder and smile warmly at him.

Furious, Sandra marched across the room, snatched a champagne flute, and hurled it at Mark. “You dirty, cheating rat! How long have you been sleeping with your secretary!?” she accused loudly. Flustered, Mark covered the mic and begged to explain later.

But Sandra revealed everything she’d discovered – the earrings, Mark’s secret meeting with Eliza, everything! Amidst the chaos, an investor expressed her disgust and pulled out from investing. In retaliation, Mr. Davies fired Mark, hoping to get the investor back.

But it was too late. People began leaving the event. Mark desperately tried to explain himself to Sandra, but she’d had enough and began to walk away. Suddenly, Mark’s voice halted her. “She’s my daughter! Eliza isn’t my mistress, Sandra. She’s my daughter!”

Shocked, Sandra stopped and turned around. She noticed the resemblance between Mark and Eliza, understanding the truth. “Please, Sandy,” Mark pleaded, explaining he only recently found out about Eliza. “It happened in college. There was a party at the frat house, and there was this girl…

I barely remember anything about it, and I didn’t know about Eliza at all until she showed up at our doorstep six months ago—” “Six months?” Sandra exclaimed, outraged. Mark lowered his head in embarrassment.

“I was in shock. And I was afraid you’d be hurt to find out I had a child with someone else after we tried so hard to have one of our own.” Sandra’s anger shifted as she saw Eliza sobbing in a chair. “No, Mark, you were a coward,” Sandra said. “What you’ve put me through is bad enough, but the way you’ve treated your child is inexcusable.”

Ignoring Mark, Sandra approached Eliza. “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Baker,” Eliza sniffed and averted her gaze. “I never meant to hurt you or give you a reason to think… to think…I just wanted an opportunity to get to know my father. I never thought it would turn out like this. I begged him to tell you.”

“None of this is your fault, Eliza. You did nothing wrong.” Sandra embraced Eliza, who returned the hug with heartfelt sobs. “There, there,” Sandra soothed, stroking Eliza’s hair. “There are no more secrets now, and everything’s going to be okay,” she added, hoping she’d be able to make things right for at least Eliza.

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