CHAPTER 3: The Setup
I stared at her. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Senna pointed at her shoe. “These are custom Louboutins. Thirty thousand
dollars.”
“You deliberately stepped on them. Look, you ruined the leather.”
Every eye turned to me.
“Christ, what a vindictive bitch,” someone muttered.
“No class AND petty.”
Raven’s face went dark. “You’ve really hit rock bottom, haven’t you?”
“I didn’t touch her fucking shoes.”
Senna’s voice dripped fake hurt. “So I’m lying? Me? I’m about to be CEO’s wife of a publicly–traded company. You think I need to make up stories about some
nobody?”
Raven grabbed my arm, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. “Did you step on
her shoes or not? Stop lying and embarrassing me.”
I jerked away. “Embarrassing YOU? We’re divorced, asshole. I don’t owe you shit.”
“Get it through your thick skull–I don’t want you. Never did. I’m not here for you.” His face flushed purple. “Fine. You want to play hardball?”
“Pay for the shoes or we call the cops.”
The crowd turned into a mob, all shouting agreement.
I checked my phone. Jett would be waiting.
“Fine. I’ll transfer the thirty grand.”
“But this isn’t over. When the cops investigate and find out you’re lying, you’ll pay me back. Plus a public apology.”
I reached for my phone to make the transfer.
Raven slapped it out of my hand. It shattered on the marble floor.
“Thirty grand? You probably don’t have thirty dollars. Stop pretending you’re not
broke.”
“Were you gonna take out a payday loan? Jesus, Ivy. You’ve hit rock bottom.” My phone was destroyed. I tried to leave, but they formed a wall.
Even the attendant locked the door. “No one leaves until the police sort out this assault and destruction of property.”
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I knew the truth–she just wanted to please her “valued customers.”
Everyone turned on me. Accusing. Blaming. Threatening.
I found a corner and sat down to wait.
Through the crowd, I caught Senna watching me.
Her eyes glittered with satisfaction.
She’s enjoying this. Torturing the woman who saved her life.
