When I arrived at the apartment, I noticed it was quiet—Jian wasn’t there. That was a relief. The last thing I wanted was to explain why I had spent the entire night with James, especially after lying to her about being at the hospital.
I tossed my bag onto the couch and sat down, finally pulling out my phone. Jian had sent me that scandalous web article, and I hadn’t had the chance to go through it yet. Now seemed like as good a time as any.
Opening the link, I was immediately greeted by Susan’s response to the rumours. She had posted a picture of herself and James at the club from last night, looking cosy and overly familiar. The photo was staged to perfection, making it seem as though they were the ones being “couples” on the dance floor.
The comments were nauseating.
Peop
