‌Michael’s grip tightened around the wine glass, his chest feeling as though it was weighed down by a heavy stone. When Rianne didn't deny his earlier suspicions, he felt an intense discomfort.

Abigail was seething with anger and was about to retort when Stella intervened sharply.

“Enough! Abigail! Rianne is my good friend. I won’t allow anyone to slander her without evidence!” Stella stepped forward protectively, her eyes fixed on Abigail with a challenging glare.

Abigail’s friends, sensing the escalating tension, discreetly withdrew to the sidelines.

Abigail was left alone and, despite her anger, could only grit her teeth and leave in frustration.

Rianne felt a complex mix of emotions...