“The more upset she gets, the more we know we’re doing a good job. C’mon, folks, let’s hit that like button! We need to make sure she gets what she deserves today!”
I wiped away my tears and stood up, frantically searching for my phone to call the police.
Just as I found it, a young man pushed his way through the crowd and into the house.
His face was filled with confusion and horror as he surveyed the mess. “What the hell is going on here?”
Beatrice’s eyes lit up with glee, and she pointed a trembling finger at him.
“That’s him! That’s the lover!”
Everyone froze for a moment, confused by her sudden outburst.
When no one else responded, Beatrice pulled out her phone and waved it in the air.
“Look! I have proof! Here’s a photo of her walking into a hotel with that man, smiling all the way!”
