I ignored Sienna, focusing on the tiramisu in front of me.Maryam Kinchin chattered, "She divorced a playboy and married a rich CEO. What more could she want?"I pondered. "Who knows?"I handed Maryam a macaron. She sat down, and we enjoyed our afternoon tea together. The sweet aroma of the pastries filled the air, adding a touch of warmth to the auction.Maryam couldn't sit still. After a couple of bites, she got up to take photos.Sienna approached me and spat, "Tiffany, this is all your fault."I was puzzled. "My fault? Not again."I might be young and healthy, but I couldn't bear all kinds of accusations.She huffed, "If you hadn't married Rory, he and I would have been together five years ago. I wouldn't have suffered so much, and he wouldn't have you on his mind. We wouldn't be in this situation, tired of each other."I pressed my temples, feeling a dull ache. "Why don't you blame him?"She was speechless, and I went on, "His family was broke. To save the day, Rory woul
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