#Chapter 111: Public Freakout

Kayla They wanted me to have a meltdown. The room fell silent, every pair of eyes locked on me like an animal in the zoo. They wanted a show—a dramatic meltdown, tears, maybe even a scream or two. They were craving it. Dying for it. After all, what kind of Luna wouldn’t lose it upon hearing that her husband had shoved another woman hard enough to send her into premature labor? Potentially bearing his baby from a one night stand, no less? Across the room, I spotted the group of women who had been gossiping about me earlier. They were sipping their champagne, subtle smirks tugging at their lips as their eyes gleamed with a malicious sort of glee. They wanted it—my downfall, my public disgrace—more than many, perhaps. They wanted to see the ‘wolfless brute of a woman’ show her true colors. And truthfully, I wanted it, too. That beastly little part of me wanted to scream and cry and let out all of the frustrations that had been building for days. No, we