Rose didn't think she was making a scene.
Her husband—still legally married to her—was standing ten feet away with another woman wrapped around his arm.
If she didn't defend herself...
No one would.
She'd learned that much already.
The room had gone noticeably quieter.
No one expected Rose to keep pushing.
Samantha's smile stiffened.
She'd counted on Rose swallowing the humiliation the way she always had.
Instead...
Rose refused to back down.
Oliver stepped forward.
"Rose."
His voice carried just enough irritation.
"Sam already said she's letting this go."
"Why can't you?"
Rose looked at him.
It amazed her how quickly everyone had decided who the villain was.
She wasn't sure whether Samantha inspired that kind of loyalty...
Or whet
