My friend and I waited in the VIP room.
To my surprise, Bella refused to leave, lingering in the store looking at products. I knew who she was waiting for.
About 15 minutes later, Lucas walked in. He casually put his arm around my waist. “I was meeting a client nearby anyway.”
“I didn’t interrupt your work, did I?”
“Not at all.” Lucas kissed me on the lips, completely ignoring Bella’s presence. Then he smoothly took out his card to pay.
“Mrs. Quinn really loves her husband, Bella said softly, looking at Lucas. “She even specifically buys men’s items as part of her purchase quota.”
“Purchase quota?” Lucas glanced at the items, then looked at me. “I love everything you give me.”
Bella glared at me resentfully.
Only I caught the meaning behind Lucas’s smile.
I knew that smile all too well.
I was in trouble.
Looks like I’d have to sacrifice my maid costume after all.
After a night of intense “negotiations“, I finally appeased Lucas’s anger.
Bella White, we are sworn enemies now!
8
I never expected that photos of Bella and me shopping would end up online.
#Former Bare–faced Beauty Bella White Loses Handbag to Rich Wife at Hermès#
Great, I don’t even get a name?
Even more ridiculous, the blogger spun an elaborate tale about how I saw something Bella wanted and snatched it away, but Bella was so gracious she let me have it.
I had a feeling they weren’t talking about handbags, but men.
The internet was full of people cursing me out. Bella’s fans had dug up my Snapchat and were flooding it with insults.
Fame really does bring trouble.
I tossed my phone aside and waited for my aesthetician to arrive for my beauty treatment.
Halfway through, my best friend called. “Don’t pay attention to what people are saying online, babe. It’s all nonsense.”
“It’s fine, I don’t care,” I mumbled through my face mask.
“That’s good. Our Ava would never buy fakes! These people
What fakes?!
O dumb!”
I quickly checked Twitter and found that someone had started people insulting me.
“Some trophy wife you are, wearing fakes!”
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t what I bought were
were counterfeits. The comments were full of
“Did you think we were all blind and couldn’t tell?”
These people were the blind ones! How dare they call the custom pieces I had designers make for me fakes!
“Mrs. Quinn, we’re using a blood cedar eye mask now. It helps with dark circles, but it might make your eyes water. You must resist the urge to cry, okay?” the aesthetician explained.
“Bring it on.”
After all those late nights with Lucas, I desperately needed to get rid of my dark circles.
As soon as the eye mask was applied, I felt tears welling up.
Was the effect really this strong?
Just then, Lucas called. I quickly answered. “What’s up, honey? Why are you calling at this time?”
“I’ll handle the online rumors. Don’t worry about it.”
“Okay… I understand.”
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This eye mask was so intense. I was struggling to hold back tears. The $2,000 treatment couldn’t go to waste!
“What’s wrong? Your voice sounds strange.”
“It’s nothing.”
I barely dared to speak. Tears kept threatening to spill over. The aesthetician hurriedly reminded me, “Mrs. Quinn, you can’t cry! The tears
can’t come out.”
I quickly tried to blink them back. Lucas’s voice came through the phone, “Are you crying?”
“I’m coming home right now!”
By the time Lucas got home, the aesthetician had already left. I admired my smooth, radiant skin in satisfaction.
“Honey, you’re back! Don’t I look good?” I called out.
Before I could finish speaking, Lucas had pulled me into a tight embrace, gently stroking my hair.
“It’s okay. I’ll take care of the online stuff. Don’t worry about it.”
I wasn’t stupid. For this incident to blow up so quickly, Bella must have bought trending topics and hired trolls. Her fans just
