"Victoria, how are you?" Sienna smiled as she walked in.
I didn’t answer. I just ignored her, feeling a mix of anger and betrayal simmer beneath my calm exterior. My heart pounded with indignation, but I refused to let her see how much her presence rattled me. Instead, I focused on keeping my composure, determined not to give her the satisfaction of knowing she had gotten under my skin.
"Drystan is mine, b***h," she said.
"There you are, Sienna. I was wondering when the b***h in you would come out."
She laughed, then showed me her phone.
"What am I looking at?" I got closer and saw she had taken pictures of Drystan hugging me. "He’s just someone I know, Sienna. Chill. I’m married."
"Your husband just looked at it," Sienna said, laughing.
I walked out of the bathroom and barely made
