"Then there's Haynes," Rachel drawled, her voice as smooth as silk but with a bite that could cut glass. "Whenever I call, no matter what he's doing—whether he's at work or, you know, otherwise engaged—he drops everything and comes running. Even if..."
Rachel's smile was like a snake, poised and ready to strike, venom dripping from the corners of her lips.
"Even if you two are having sex, he'll leave you high and dry to answer my call."
Stella's fists clenched, her nails digging into her palms, though she felt no pain. The sting of Rachel's words cut deeper.
Yes, that was true. More than once, Haynes had left her during their intimate moments to rush to Rachel's side.
She had pleaded with him not to go. But Haynes would just shoot her a look and say, "Stop being childish," before calmly walking out the door, leaving behind the warmth they'd shared as if it were nothing but a mirage, leaving her alone and humiliated.
Stella forced a smile as she met Rachel's gaze. "So, after he ditched me, did he jump into bed with you?"
Rachel's expression faltered for a second before she regained her composure. "Haynes and I... it's not how you think."
Rachel could lie about many things, but not this. Despite being Haynes' first love, who lingered in his memory like a haunting melody, she had no legitimate claim, not while Stella was still his wife.
Besides, she knew well enough what the internet would say about her: a homewrecker, a bitch without morals.
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