Joanne stumbled into her apartment, every muscle screaming in protest, and face-planted onto the couch. Grabbing her phone, she found the scandalous article scrubbed clean—like it never existed.
Zane moved fast. Too bad it didn't matter. Quinn had already won. Game, set, match.
This was on her—for leaving the door cracked when she should've slammed it in Zane's face. Letting Quinn slither through.
Real or fake, Quinn's engagement ring might as well have been a neon sign flashing Back Off. Joanne never should've kept playing this game.
Let's be real: to the world, Quinn? The media's darling damsel in distress.
And Joanne? Public Enemy #1: Joanne "Homewrecker" Wren.
Anyone who saw that article probably pegged her as a calculating b***h with dollar signs in her eyes.
Enough. This twist
