“I was taking a dump,” Emily replied bluntly.
Emma was momentarily stunned, her expression freezing. How could Emily be so uncouth, speaking so crudely?
Without waiting for a response, Emily stepped past her and walked away.
Emma glanced at the restroom entrance, her teeth gritting in frustration as her hand clenched tightly into a fist.
*
On a sofa by the side of the banquet hall, a group of well-dressed socialites sipped wine and nibbled on desserts while chatting. As soon as Emma left the room, their restrained conversation turned into gossip.
"Heidi, I must say, your son, Justin, is incredibly devoted. Three years, and he still can’t let go of Emma, even managing to bring her back into his life," one of the women remarked.
The high-society circle wasn’t that large and any tidbit of gossip quickly spread.
Heidi set her wine glass down, her expression sour. “Honestly, I wish he weren’t so single-minded. I don’t care if he finds someone of similar status or if it’s a business
