That afternoon, Aubree noticed her employees staring at her strangely. One, a close colleague, teased, “Ms. Pearson, Mr. Farwell is so nice to you—we’re all green with envy!”

Aubree was stunned. She forced a casual smile and asked, “Really? How did you know?”

The employee’s smile widened. “Everyone knows Mr. Farwell cared for you at the hospital all night. Yet you came to work on time! You’re our role model!”

Aubree stiffened. “What are you talking about? Lucian took care of me at the hospital? I’ve been fine; I haven’t been to the hospital.”

The employee, thinking Aubree was embarrassed, showed her a news report. “Don’t be shy. It’s all over the news.” Then, remembering her employer’s health, she sheepishly asked, “What happened last night? You were fine this afternoon. Why the hospital?”

Aubree glanced at the phone. The headline read: “Mr. Farwell Accompanied His Fiancée to the Hospital and Cared for Her All Night.” Her puzzlement grew. To the employee’s question, she lied, “Oh, I must have eaten something bad. I’m fine now. Go back to work.”

The employee offered more platitudes before returning to her desk.

Aubree returned to her office, grim-faced. She logged onto Twitter and searched for Lucian. A news report immediately appeared: “Mr. Farwell Accompanies Fiancée to Hospital, Proving Intimate Relationship.” Similar headlines followed.

She clicked the first link; the comments exceeded a million. The most popular came from a prominent entertainment page: “Last night, Mr. Farwell drove his fiancée to the hospital and carried her. What an attentive boyfriend! At 8:00 a.m., they left with his daughter. His fiancée is close to the girl—wedding bells are near!” Two photos were attached.

The first showed Lucian carrying a woman toward the hospital at night. The second showed him by the car as the woman, holding a child, got in. The woman was clearly the same in both photos, and they looked very close—almost like a family.

But Aubree knew nothing about this. Lucian had been avoiding her, and the woman wasn’t her.

She zoomed in on the photos. A familiar face slowly emerged. “Argh! It’s that b*tch, Roxanne, again!” The woman’s profile and figure matched Roxanne perfectly.

Aubree’s expression darkened. Lucian’s “attentiveness” was a complete misunderstanding! He hadn’t cared for her; he’d cared for Roxanne.

(Note: I removed the final sentence promoting a website. It's inappropriate for this context.)