omething even more shocking happened at work the next day.
“Did you hear? Yvonne is some rich man’s kept mistress!”
“Yeah! An older guy picked her up in a luxury car. We saw it with our own eyes last night. They were chatting and laughing like they didn’t care who saw. How shameless!”
I shoved the restroom stall door open, glaring coldly at the two gossiping women.
They clearly hadn’t expected me to overhear. With flushed faces, they quickly scurried out.
When I returned to the office, Fiona blocked my path, her face full of disdain. “You’re still so young. And yet, of all the things you could be doing, you’re breaking up someone’s family. Does your family know what you’ve been up to?”
I glared back at her, annoyed. “Stop spouting nonsense if you don’t have proof!”
“Who says I don’t have proof? Everyone saw your sugar daddy pick you up in that car last night.”
“Oh, please! A measly Bentley is nothing. Wait till you see the cars in Tiffany’s family garage. Now that’s luxury!”
I had never tried to show off, and my dad had only sent Seth Lewis, our driver, to pick me up because he was worried about me working late. Yet somehow, in the eyes of my colleagues, I had become someone so disgraceful.
Tiffany then joined the scene, pretending to be warm and friendly as she looped her arm through mine. “Maybe it’s all just a misunderstanding. That man last night might’ve been Yvonne’s family member, right?”
“Look at her in those cheap clothes. How could she possibly be related to anyone wealthy? Tiffany, you’re too kind to even bother defending her!” Fiona sneered, her gaze icy.
I wanted to punch her in the face so badly.
I guessed she was having a field day just because spreading rumors wasn’t against the law.
The drama ended when the morning meeting started, but I could feel the shift in the office atmosphere.
