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Chapter 88 Chapter 88: Eva’s Point of View The restaurant buzzed with the low hum of conversations and the clinking of glasses. But at our secluded table in the corner, the energy was electric. The tension that had followed me for weeks, the weight of humiliation and betrayal, was finally lifting. Tonight, I allowed myself to smile, genuinely and without restraint. Sally raised her glass of wine, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “To poetic justice,” she declared, her voice filled with satisfaction. “Sara’s finally getting what she deserves.” “To justice,” I echoed, clinking my glass against hers. The warm glow of the restaurant’s dim lighting reflected off the delicate crystal. For once, the bitterness in my chest had dulled, replaced by a sense of vindication. I glanced at my phone lying on the table. The notifications kept pouring in messages, articles, social media posts all documenting Sara’s public downfall. “She brought it on herself,” Sally said, leaning back in her chair with