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“What the hell happened?”Yvaine lifted a shoulder.
“She walked in, ordered something. I was in the kitchen. Must’ve posted it while she waited, then started demanding to see the manager. I came out. She launched straight into it. Said I was still obsessed with Cassian, accused me of sabotaging their relationship. Claimed I pulled strings, now he’s ignoring her calls and kicked her out of his flat. Apparently, that’s all on me.”
“Jesus.”I told her to shut it and get out. She tried to trip me. I kicked her. Then you walked in.”Her phone buzzed.
She picked it up.
“Harper’s fans are going wild in the comments.”I pulled my own phone out.
“The woman knows how to stir up a mob.”At first, the comments were feral-death threats, slut-shaming, people calling me a thug and Yvaine a washed-up sugar witch.
Every insult you could think of got thrown our way.
Then someone uploaded a longer video, the one where Harper slapped first and started yelling about Cassian.
That changed the tone fast.
Yvaine’s regulars flooded the comments next, posting photos of ?clairs and mousse tarts, raving about the cakes, tagging their friends.
The replies turned into a dessert feed.
Half of them forgot why they were angry.
By mid-afternoon, the original video had vanished, and so had most of the outrage.
People were losing interest.
I shot a text to Sebastian. [Did you have anything to do with this?]
He replied: [I didn’t even get a chance to step in. Someone’s already handled the heat.]
I raised an eyebrow, glancing up at Yvaine.
“What about your brother? Emmett, did he help out?”
“Nope,” Yvaine said, shaking her head.
“I asked him. He’s been in a meeting all day and hasn’t even seen the news yet.”Both of us were puzzled.
If Sebastian hadn’t done it and Emmett was out of the loop, who the hell had managed to shut it down so quickly? 1
It didn’t stop there.
Someone had started digging into Harper’s past, unearthing old scandals-stories of her causing trouble in school and always playing the victim.
A shift in the narrative was already happening.
We talked about it for a while, speculating that it might’ve been one of Harper’s rivals in the entertainment industry.
Or an admirer of yours,” I joked.
“Or a hater of hers,” Yvaine said.
Turns out, we were both right.
“Who was that?” Daniel asked the moment Catherine stepped inside.
She didn’t answer right away. Just shut the door and fussed with her scarf like it was stuck.
“The woman in the car,” he said.
“You pulled up nearly half an hour ago. Just now decided to come in?”
“She’s a friend.”
“Then why didn’t you invite her in?” He moved towards the window. The woman was getting into another car.
“She looks familiar. Have I met her?”
“Don’t think so.” Catherine slid past him.
“You’re home early. Not busy at the office?”Nice try. And you’re home late. You’re seven months in, Catherine. What the hell are you doing out driving? The doctor said bed rest. Mum’s told you to stay put.”She didn’t respond. Just kept walking.
He followed her into the dining room.
Louisa was already seated, eating quietly.
Willow was glued to her phone.
Clive wasn’t home.
Same old picture.
Catherine reached across the table.
“Willow, pass the salt?”Willow shoved the pepper shaker closer without looking up.
Daniel sat down.
“You need to take this seriously. Running around like this-it’s not good for the baby.”Catherine tightened her grip on her fork and stared at her plate.
“She needs rest,” Louisa said, not looking up.
“If she loses the baby, it’ll be her own fault.”No one corrected her.
Daniel used to.
He used to get in the middle of these rows.
Eyer since that car-crash of a wedding, it had been non-stop.
When Catherine’s real identity came out, things only got worse.
Clive had demanded an annulment.
Said Catherine tricked Daniel under false pretences, that she was never the Vances” daughter.
Louisa nearly had a second heart attack.
She kept repeating how she’d known something was off and that Eleanor would’ve been the better choice.
Maybe Daniel had been stubborn.
Maybe he’d wanted to prove them wrong.
Or maybe he did love Catherine. Not the idea of her the actual woman.
Whatever it was, he’d defended her. Loudly.
In the end, the pregnancy had silenced everyone.
That, and Clive’s paranoia about the public finding out.
They buried the story.
Catherine stayed.
But lately… lately Daniel found himself saying less.
Especially when Louisa brought up Eleanor and made her comparisons.
It wasn’t that he agreed, exactly.
It was just hard to deny the facts.
Eleanor had built something at Nyx.
Now she had her own studio.
She kept working, even after marrying Sebastian Laurent, a man even Daniel had to grudgingly admit was richer and more powerful than himself-not that he’d ever admit it out loud.
Catherine had quit the day she found out she was pregnant.
She’d never taken the job of being Daniel’s secretary seriously anyway.
And now she spent her time shopping and having tea with friends.
And then there was her so-called half-brother, always calling, always asking for money.
He claimed it was for his sick father, but Daniel knew better.
How was he supposed to defend any of that?
So he didn’t.
After dinner, once Willow vanished upstairs and Louisa started wiping down the table, Catherine drifted into the living room.
“Did you see the news?” she asked, hovering near him.
“Eleanor’s getting dragged online. Apparently, she refused to work with some struggling actress. People are calling her a snob.”Daniel glanced at her.
“Really?”She handed him her phone. Her nails tapped against the screen.
“It’s all over. Look at the comments.”He scrolled. Harper Foster. That name rang a bell. That’s who she turned down?”Catherine nodded.
“Thinks she’s above regular clients now.”
“Doesn’t sound like her. She took every job at Nyx. She cares about her work. Wouldn’t turn someone away without a reason.”He handed the phone back without meeting her eye.
She locked it sharply.
He stood to fetch his coffee, but paused.
“Wait. Harper-was that the woman I saw you with earlier? In the car?”