Chapter 8

The truth was, I predicted Shane would show up at the banquet.

After all, we grew up together. I was not unfamiliar with his ways.

He was a playboy as well, but he did sincerely care about me back then. For men, the most beautiful woman was always the one who got away.

I had just gotten divorced, and the whole Internet had turned against me. It was no wonder he felt bad for me.

“Goodness, that poor lady! She didn’t deserve to meet an asshole husband and bitchy homewrecker like that.”

“What a joke! I knew that Jonas was a chauvinist pig. Does he think he’s a king? Ordering his manager to torture his wife like that!”

“Isn’t that domestic abuse? We should put both of them behind bars!”

“People like them don’t deserve to appear in the public eye.”

…

Now it was their turn to withstand the rain of insults.

At the same time, an unknown number blew up my phone. I eventually answered.

“Did you do this, Jeanine?”

“How could I? You and Celine probably offended someone else.”

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