“It’s obvious, Veronica has no shame. How could she do that and tarnish Ivan Carlos’ reputation?” one of Ivan’s fans said with a deep frown. “I wish Ivan hadn’t chosen to marry someone like her.”

I gently placed my phone on the couch and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. But before I could relax, it started buzzing again. I glanced down to see who was calling.

Emma.

I rolled my eyes, and the anger from the club rushed back. I wanted to toss my phone into the dirty laundry hamper, but on second thought, I picked it up and answered.

“Vera, I’m sorry,” Emma said the moment I put...