Page 14 of Unfaithful

I was losing my mind, trying to make sense of it all.

And Elsa's pouch was right there.

Elsa... the pregnant, unmarried, gorgeous woman.

Bobby's eyes trailed over a woman wearing a massive bow on her back. "I sincerely respect the commitment to bad fashion," she mused, still watching her. "That took guts."

I didn't respond.

She poked my waist, pulling me from my thoughts. I glanced at her—my best friend, with her striking red and purple hair—raising an eyebrow.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked. "You've been zoning out for over an hour now."

I shook my head. "Nothing."

"Your face says otherwise." She frowned. "Spill it."

I wasn't sure if I should tell her. I didn't even know if this hunch, this suspicion, was real or just in my head.

Bobby was one of Cole's best friends from college. There were four of them—Steve and Archie were the other two—and they were inseparable.

Bobby and Cole had built their careers side by side, backed each other through every success and failure, and knew each other better than anyone else. Loyalty ran deep between them. If I told Bobby what was on my mind, it would probably get back to Cole.

She was also Cole's second-in-command, the only person he fully trusted in his company. She had helped him start both businesses, running the real estate agency while he managed the development side. They worked so seamlessly together that it sometimes felt like they could read each other's minds.

Steve was Cole's go-to lawyer, handling all legal matters exclusively. Cole insisted on having him despite Steve being a junior associate at the time. The firm resisted, but Cole's business was too valuable to lose. Since then, they have worked together flawlessly.

Archibald, a journalist, was the most elusive of the group. His work kept him away for long stretches and he rarely spoke about it. We only learned about his stories once they hit the news. His discretion was unshakable, and we eventually stopped asking.

I had grown close to them, especially Bobby, but they had been Cole's friends first. And sometimes, when doubt crept in, I couldn't help but wonder where their loyalties truly lay.

Bobby was still watching me, waiting for an answer.

"You know Cole very well, don't you, Bobby?" I asked quietly.

She nodded, confusion flickering across her face.

"He would never betray me... would he?"

Bobby looked taken aback. "Why would you even ask that?"

I looked away, giving a small shrug. "Just asking."

She held my gaze. "He loves you, Sara. You know that."

"I know."

But still... that nagging feeling wouldn't go away.

I was about to say something, but a voice behind me cut in.

"I see you two still have lunch in the park."

I perked up immediately, recognizing the voice. Bobby, however, tensed beside me.

Turning around, I came face to face with a tall guy with light blond hair, mesmerizing green eyes, and tattoos creeping over his collar, grinning at me.

"Archie!" I squealed, jumping up from the bench. I spun around and threw my arms around him. He let out a chuckle, wrapping me in a tight hug before lifting me off the ground for a second.

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