“It’s obvious, Veronica has no shame. How could she do that and tarnish Ivan Carlos’ reputation?” one of Ivan’s fans said with a deep frown. “I wish Ivan hadn’t chosen to marry someone like her.”
I gently placed my phone on the couch and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. But before I could relax, it started buzzing again. I glanced down to see who was calling.
Emma.
I rolled my eyes, and the anger from the club rushed back. I wanted to toss my phone into the dirty laundry hamper, but on second thought, I picked it up and answered.
“Vera, I’m sorry,” Emma said the moment I put the phone to my ear. “I’m sorry about everything.”
“Yeah, right. Like that’s going to change anything,” I said, rolling my eyes in disgust. “It’s not going to change a damn thing.”
“I swear, I still feel horr
