Chapter FIFTY- ONE 

NO LONGER FRIENDS YRENE'S POV "Yrene?" Fran asked as if she needed glasses and wasn't seeing me well enough. I straightened up on my knees, my grip on the scrubbing pad going loose.  My belly was already in knots, and my heart was getting squeezed tighter by the second. I heard the sound of blood pumping in my ears, and suddenly felt a strange weakness in my limbs that I knew had nothing to with all the work I had done.  Getting found out like that was nothing I wished for. Why had she come? How had they known to get there? Why were they there when she was home? If only Kaden had allowed her to leave, they wouldn't have seen her scrubbing the floors like some dirty maid. Tears sprang to my eyes as I felt humiliation creeping slowly over my body. Margaret and Asha's look of shock, slowly turned into one of mockery as they started to remember all I did back in Paris. They probably figured that I didn't do it because I wanted their attention, but because they made me do it. I felt patheti