The moment I saw the news explode across every gossip site, I knew the bomb had landed perfectly. Joan’s name was trending for all the wrong reasons—affairs, scandalous photos, and sordid voice notes with a certain married socialite. It was delicious.
But something was missing.
I wanted her to know. I wanted her to hear it from me. Let her know I’m responsible for her downfall.
So I grabbed my phone, took a deep breath, and dialed her number. She picked up almost instantly.
Joan: (panicked) “Hello?! Who is this?!”
Me: (sweetly) “Why so anxious, Joan? Afraid someone might’ve dug up all the skeletons in your closet?”
There was a pause. Then, her voice turned sharp.
Joan: “Bella? You’re the one that released those articles about me!”
I let out a low chuckle. “Oh, Joan. You should real
