10:30 𝚙𝚖. *𝙾𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛*As Bridgette sped through the rain-drenched streets, her anger burned hot and fierce. The knowledge of her lover's betrayal of her ultimate rival, Natalie Wayne, fueled her fury, and she gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white.But as the rain pounded relentlessly against the windshield, her progress slowed to a crawl. The traffic came to a standstill, the red brake lights of the cars ahead glaring accusingly at her. Bridgette's frustration boiled over, and she pounded her fists against the steering wheel, cursing the rain, the traffic, and her friend.Despite the late hour and the stormy weather, she had no intention of turning back. She needed to talk to Natalie, to confront her about the betrayal that had shattered her world. "That slut enjoys taking everyt
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