Class?

"Why are you so concerned about who your husband gets together with? I can't believe you followed them to this place."

"He didn't even see anyone to replace me apart from his secretary. How could he stoop so low? He's acting like a man without class." Rose grumbled, clearly irritated, as she glared at her husband's car that'd just zoomed out of Katherine's house with bitterness.

She'd been keeping an eye on the two right from when they were at the restaurant to Katherine's house. And instead of getting anything to pin on the man, what she'd been getting was pure jealousy and regret.

"You don't have any right to judge the man, young lady; if you knew so well about class as you claim, you wouldn't have cheated on him with his PA in the first place. Rock himself is the definition of class, but you left it for nobody like his assistant. How dare you preach about class?" The woman beside Rose scolded her as she rolled her eyes in mockery of the hypocrite beside her.

"Nora Jones, I don't kn