Winona clenched the divorce papers tightly. “Jared Strathmore, must you pick a fight over nothing?” she snapped.When I did not respond, she sneered. “Fine. Keep going then.”She strode to the door, pulled Corey inside, and pressed herself against him. “Carry me back.”“Miss Quinton, what are you doing?” Corey asked, chuckling lightly. “What if someone sees us?”Winona slipped her arms around his waist. Her cheeks tinged red. “My stockings are torn. Take me back to the office and help me change them.”Then, with a sideways glance at me, she deliberately looped an arm around Corey’s neck. “Let’s go, Corey. Don’t let anyone ruin our mood.”I stood frozen and with my fists clenched.As I left the office, I noticed people gathered around, talking over their phones and occasionally casting strange looks my way.I pulled out my phone and discovered a glaring post at the top of my social feed.Corey had uploaded a nine-photo collage just a minute ago, and every shot featured Winona
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