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Below us, on the floor where I’d carelessly dropped it, was my purse Inside, ram post that mentioned me As Carter and I slept, social media exploded

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Soh to wake us, the door shaking against its jaroped for ure out through a haze of sleep what day it here I was, and who the deht be

Carter spoke, his hands on the door, eye to the peephole "It’s a woman"

I foundit, seeing a chorus of missed calls fro anywhere," Carter re with a fresh round of knocks

I tossed the phone on the bed and walked to the door, waving Carter aside and steeling myself I pulled opened the door

I’d seen fury in human form I’d never seen this before Dante stood behind Nicole with a warning on his face, but none was needed Not when the wolared atShe was as close to killingin my arms

"You … bitch" The words spat from her mouth and I flinched

"Nicole, I don’t knohat--"

"Shut up!" she seethed, pushing forward, a sharp fingernail jabbing my shoulder "Do you knohat you’ve done?" She screa on the final syllables

I didn’t feel like guessing Paulo? Her pregnancy? The fact that I’d been sneaking Chanel non-organic treats?

"I’ve got the studio on my ass, the press onhis shit, Chloe"

Ouch So her pregnancy had leaked, as had her affair "I’m sorry Nicole, it was a bad situation No one should have overheard--"