Meanwhile, Tania was at the mall, trying to shake off the tension that had been building since Ella’s article dropped. The air felt thick with whispers, the judgment palpable as people gossiped about her in hushed tones. As she passed a group of women, she heard snippets of their conversation.
"Can you believe she still has the nerve to show her face in public? Stealing her sister’s husband…"
Tania felt a surge of anger, confusion bubbling beneath the surface. "What are you talking about?" she asked, turning to confront them.
The women exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of pity and scorn. "You should be ashamed. You married a man just days after his wife was presumed dead. How can you live with yourself?"
Tania’s jaw clenched, the words striking a nerve. "I didn’t steal anyone
