Outside of close friends and a handful of long-time employees, almost no one knew.
But he'd always worn his ring. He'd never once hesitated to tell people he was married. He said it was to make me feel secure.
So the wide-eyed girl standing in front of me was anything but innocent.
I let out a short, dry laugh and held her gaze.
"The 'Winnie's personal navigation' voice. That's you."
A flicker of panic crossed her eyes, gone almost instantly, replaced by a gentle, apologetic smile.
"Oh, you mean the GPS in Mr. Sanchez's car? It was raining the other day and I couldn't get a ride, so he gave me a lift. He asked me to type in the destination, and I must have accidentally connected my Bluetooth. That's all it was."
"Mrs. Sanchez, did you come all this way because of a misunderstanding? If you say things like this in front of the whole company, my reputation..."
Her voice trailed off, her expression settling into something wounded and delicate.
Every employee on the floor was staring at me now. To anyone who didn't know better, I probably looked like another jealous housewife making a scene.
I smiled and stepped closer to her.