Chapter 57

Yvaine had just dumped the pics into half a dozen group chats without a single caption. Then her gang kicked off their performance like it was rehearsed. Voices up, filters off. ‘Is that Catherine Vance?’ ‘Sure is. Lucky gal. Had Rhys Granger wrapped round her finger back in the day, dumped him, disappeared overseas for years, and still crawled back into his bed like nothing happened.’ ‘Deadass. Word is, he’s paying her to be his secretary now. Like, girl didn’t even study anything close to that.’ ‘Please, I heard she majored in interior design or something, nothing to do with admin.’ ‘Nepotism much?’ ‘Bet they do role-play in the office. “Mr Granger, I need a raise…” Bitch, please, we know how you’re earning that bonus.’ They didn’t even bother whispering. If anything, they leaned in louder, like they were auditioning for Mean Girls: The Grown-Ass Version. Rhys and Catherine were maybe two feet away, and their faces said everything. Pale, pissed, cornered. Catherine blinked fast, like