Sitting in the passenger seat with her perfect makeup, Lindsay giggled and opened the door. Standing next to her, I felt even more worn out and drained.

Before I could respond, she smiled brightly and nudged me into the backseat. "Oh, Shannon, no need to get all dressed up! You're already beautiful enough! Besides, do you think James would even let you leave the house if you got all dolled up?"

The door shut behind me, and she casually slid back into the front seat. They chatted non-stop during the drive while I sat in the back, feeling like a complete outsider. In our eight years of marriage, I had never seen James this eager to share anything with me. At that moment, I clearly felt the difference between being loved and not being loved.

When the car finally stopped, I was shocked to see that the team-building event was being held at the same barbecue stall where I had almost been assaulted the other night. The owner was open for business this time, and the tables outside were packed with company employees. When they saw James step out with Lindsay, they rushed to greet the two, calling them 'Mr. Carter' and 'Miss Thompson' while the employees ushered them to the center of attention.

I scanned the area and noticed only one seat left in the corner.

At that moment, Lindsay playfully smacked her forehead and stuck out her tongue as if she had just remembered something. "Oh no! I totally forgot about Shannon's seat! Can someone make some room—?"

Before I could say a word, James had already spoken for me, turning down her offer. "There's no need. I'll just sit here. It's just dinner."

I didn't argue. I walked straight to the corner seat. The table was full of new hires, none of whom knew who I was. James didn't bother introducing me, so no one tried to talk to me. I was grateful for the quiet. It wasn't until I overheard a conversation that I realized Lindsay had suggested this place. She was reminiscing about how she and James came here often in school.

I only took a few bites when a familiar voice sounded in my ear. "Well, well, isn't this the girl who wouldn't take my offer that night? Back again tonight to look for clients? How about $500 bucks this time? Deal?"

Goosebumps prickled over my skin as soon as I heard the voice. James glanced my way, his expression darkening, but he didn't budge. It was my male colleagues who stepped in to handle the situation.