Time running out
Chloe sat at home, swirling a glass of red wine, entirely unfazed. She had changed into a robe and was painting her nails, the television muted in the background. To her, the entire ordeal was nothing more than an inconvenience.
“They exaggerate everything,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. “The girl was fine. Ares is always so dramatic. Slapped me…” She scoffed. “Twice now…oh Ares, I owe four of your kids two slaps each.”
***
Meanwhile, Tessa sat in her apartment with Ayisha. The news had already begun to circulate online.
“Wife of billionaire Ares caught in scandal—stepchild nearly drowns under her watch.”
Ayisha tossed a grape into her mouth, laughing bitterly. “God is exposing Chloe one by one! Tessa, can you imagine? That poor child. Thank heavens Ares was there
