_Danica’s POV_The crowd that had been jeering at me just moments ago suddenly shifted. Their hostile faces melted into expressions of remorse and embarrassment as they realized who I was—or more accurately, who my husband was.“We’re so sorry, Mrs. Cross,” one woman said, wringing her hands nervously. “Please don’t take offense to what happened. We didn’t know—”“We were completely out of line,” another man added quickly. “Please forgive us.”I frowned at them, crossing my arms over my chest. The tears I’d shed just minutes ago were already drying on my cheeks, but the humiliation still burned hot in my throat. These people had been ready to tear me apart based on lies, based on assumptions, without even bothering to hear my side of the story.“You should all be ashamed of yourselves,” I said, my voice steady despite the lingering hurt. “You were so quick to judge me, so ready to believe the worst without knowing anything about the situation. What if I hadn’t been able to prove my in
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