It was a number Emma didn't recognize.
"Hello," she said, scrolling through the barrage of unsavory comments.
People accused her of being insatiable, having such a great husband yet still cheating.
Some called her a born slut, deserving nothing more than to be aggressively f****d.
Others even asked how much she charged for a night.
Getting no answer on the other end, Emma asked again, "Hello, Emma speaking. Can I help you?"
Suddenly, a burst of laughter came from the other end, which sounded like a bunch of teens.
"We got it! Speak!"
"It's really her!"
"Hey, cheap w***e, how much for a night?"
Emma’s eyes widened, her breath coming in quick, sharp gasps.
She hung up and, in a rage, smashed her phone against the floor.
"Ivy!" She seethed, grabbing her purse and storming off to t
