"Evelyn, you always seemed so savvy and straightforward, how could you stoop to this?" the voice of a woman from the community center's card room cut through the air, her finger jabbing accusingly in Evelyn's direction.
"I can't believe it. I used to invite you for a card games whenever I had spare time, and now this? Seducing a married man? Have you no shame?"
Even a usually friendly old lady, who often played bridge with Evelyn, was shaking her head in disapproval.
"And don't you dare sit at my card table again. I fear your touch might taint my cards," a stern-faced elder spat out, her index finger wagging in the air as she scolded Evelyn.
These were the same people who used to share gossip and camaraderie with her over a friendly game. Yet now, these so-called friends were looking down on her with disdain, their scornful gazes and a sea of harsh words threatening to drown her.
Evelyn's breath quivered, and her trembling hands caused the smartphone to clatter to the ground.
She staggered back, overwhelmed with humiliation and shaking with indignation, tears streaming down her face as she shouted, "Enough! You don't know anything, so how can you judge me this way when you know nothing about the backdrop? You're the useless ones! All you do every day is play cards, lose money, and gossip around. What else are you good for?"
Her voice was near hysterical, her pain and rage swirling like a blizzard within her.
She pointed shakily at those who had verbally attacked her.
When times were good, they were warm and generous to her. But let one scandal arise, and not a single one of them would try to see things from her perspective, as if she were their sworn enemy all the way.
Now Evelyn saw the cruel truth: her so-called friends were nothing but a pack of treacherous, heartless gossipmongers!
"We might not do much, but at least we don't go around seducing other women's husbands. Shame on you for trying to shift the blame," retorted one of the card players with a sneer.
Evelyn's tense breathing deflated as if punctured, her pain immense as tears flooded her eyes, and the last shreds of hope in her heart crumbled.
"Fine, I'm shameless! You're the virtuous ones, and you have your dignity!" Evelyn tossed the woman's phone to the ground and stumbled away, her body rocking as if drained of all strength.
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The readers' comments on the novel: The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen)
Is this the end of the story...
Thanks for completing this beautiful story May you always prosper....
Waiting to hear how the grandfather behaves going forwards. Thanks for updating...
This story is splendid. Thanks so much....
I find Hertha extremely childish.poor Alaric one woman is childish the other one is domineering and a liar.poor guy.please get the Thalassa and Lysander story back...
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Oh thanks for this beautiful novel updates. At last the man's legs are healed....
Hertha needs to tell Alaric everything and quit giving a hard time ....
Hertha is being childish.thanks for the updates...