against Grace, obviously.]
And then Grace’s comments pierced deeper, as if she intended to drive the knife further into my heart.
[I’ve even spent the night at Bobby’s house. His wife didn’t mind at all.]
[Haha, what a foolish wife.]
Grace: [Bobby and I are like royalty, and his wife is our maid.]
[Hahaha, Grace, you’re insane! If she ever finds out, you’re doomed.]
Grace: [She won’t. She’s an orphan. She might sulk, but she’ll still stay with Bobby. And Bobby would never leave me. I’m certain of it.]
[Such a sad life...]
My chest felt tight reading those messages. They laughed at my misery. But the most painful thing was that Bobby didn’t defend me—not even once. They all assumed I would stay with Bobby despite all this betrayal.
Suddenly, my phone rang. Uncle Jack’s name appeared on the screen.
"Irish, you’ll still be here on the 25th, right? We’ve got a big catering order, and we need your help."
I hesitated for a moment. The date was too close, but I knew this might be my last job at the restaurant before leaving it for good.
"Alright, Uncle. I’ll do it," I finally replied.