“At least Jason Miller has sense. Even her own husband testified against her. How can Rachel ever show her face again?”
Tears fell onto the screen. Almost unconsciously, I tapped open Chloe’s latest Instagram post.
Two hours ago, she had uploaded a picture from the rooftop of a luxury hotel in Manhattan, enjoying the breeze. On the table were bottles of wine symbolizing romance, while the ground was covered with countless gifts from Jason—Chanel, Van Cleef & Arpels, and brands so luxurious I couldn’t even pronounce their names.
The caption was only a single line:
“They say if the sky falls, he’ll hold it up for me. As long as I’m happy, that’s his greatest joy in life.”
I couldn’t tear my eyes away, torturing myself with every word.
Sarah Johnson snatched the phone from my hands, furious.
“These two shameless bastards!”
“He’s cheating on you during your marriage and still has the audacity to frame you?”
“Rachel, choosing him was your biggest mistake from the start!”
“If only the man from the Hughes family…”
Realizing what she’d said, she quickly covered her mouth.
I gave a bitter smile.
“You’re right. The so-called dirt about the Hughes family overseas—that was fed to me by Jason Miller.”