Chapter 8 The Drama on Instagram

"If you don't regret it, then why did you let Ansel publicly humiliate Ivana? Do you even realize how hurt she was?" Clarence snapped. He continued, "She's not some mistress! She's been quietly supporting me all this time, sacrificing so much for my sake. It only took a few words from you two to turn the world against her. Are you proud of yourself?" I hadn't realized how much Ivana meant to him. Every word he spoke was in her defense. He didn't even seem to care that he had been humiliated. A bitter laugh escaped me. "If she means that much, then keep her out of sight until the divorce is finalized. Otherwise, like it or not, she's the mistress for now." "How dare you—" Clarence was clearly furious. His sharp and searching gaze said it all. Then, after a beat, he said, "Janelle, I never thought you'd become someone like this." Had I changed? I didn't think so. I had always been this way. He was the one who turned into a stranger. Still, I didn't say a word. I turned back and