A Divorce He Regrets

Chapter 19:

“He called off his engagement?” I repeated, shifting my glance to Eliza. “Eliza, I don’t think you need my help to ruin that.”

The color drained from Eliza’s face, and her eyes flashed with fury. “You’re the reason, Raina. You’re why he canceled it.” Her voice wavered. “You come back, flaunting yourself in front of everyone, acting like you’re someone important, when all you ever were to him was a mistake.”

My jaw clenched. “You don’t know anything about what I was to Alexander.”

“Oh, please,” Vanessa interjected, flicking her hair back and stepping even closer. “It doesn’t matter how many men you’ve slept with, how many parties you parade yourself at. You’re still just the girl who betrayed him. And you’ll never be on our level.” She leaned in, her eyes sparkling with malice. “Now, do yourself a favor and leave Dominic for someone more deserving. He’s supposed to be mine.”

At that, I couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh. How stupid was she? Dominic was happily married to the sweetest woman, a fact I kept to myself to avoid more drama. Shaking my head, I tried to sidestep them, but Eliza, emboldened by Vanessa’s presence, stepped forward, hand raised as if to slap me.

The slap didn’t land. My hand caught her wrist in mid-air, and before she could react, I turned to Vanessa. I didn’t even think—my hand moved on its own, landing a sharp slap across her cheek.noveldrama

“Try that again, and I won’t be so forgiving,” I said, my voice calm but loaded with warning.

Vanessa’s eyes widened, stunned. She reached up to touch her reddening cheek, a mix of shock and fury swirling in her gaze. She let out a frustrated growl, drawing the attention of the store attendants and a few other shoppers nearby.

“I can’t believe they’re letting just anyone in this place now. You’ve tainted it just by walking in,” she hissed, her voice rising in pitch. “I brought Eliza here to relax, to shop and get some peace of mind, but instead, I find you slithering around here like the snake you are.”

I smirked and shrugged, watching her indignation grow. “Funny, Vanessa. I’d ask you the same thing. After all, I was here first. You and your ‘friend’ are the intruders in this situation.”

Vanessa’s eyes flashed, and she turned to one of the store attendants, her tone haughty and dismissive. “Get her out of here. I don’t care who she claims to be or how much she’s planning to spend. This store is for a certain class of people, not just anyone who has a little money.”

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The attendant looked between us, clearly torn, but she didn’t move.

I raised an eyebrow, my smile widening. “Oh, please, Vanessa, you’re embarrassing yourself. If you want this store to cater to a certain class, maybe it should start by barring the doors to people who throw tantrums in public.”

Vanessa’s face turned beet red, and in a last attempt to reassert herself, she reached into her purse and whipped out her black and silver VIP card, holding it up triumphantly. “Maybe this will remind you exactly who you’re talking to. I’m a Sullivan. And in this town, that still means something.”

I calmly reached into my own bag and pulled out my black and gold VVIP card, holding it up for the store attendant to see. “You’re right, Vanessa. In this town, having the right card does mean something. Now, unless you plan on causing a scene that could be very embarrassing for the store and yourself, I suggest you stand down.”

The store attendant nodded toward me, her voice respectful. “I’m sorry, Miss Vanessa, but Miss Raina’s card actually grants her priority access in the store.”

The shock on Vanessa’s face was almost worth the entire ordeal.

“This isn’t over, Raina,” she spat, her voice dripping with venom. “Just because you have a little card doesn’t mean you belong here. You’ll never fit into our world. And don’t think you’ve won anything just because you’re flaunting Dominic’s money. Without him, you’d be nothing.”

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