Apologize?
That’s what you call an apology?
Patricia wasn’t buying it.
“Ms. Phipps, is that really your idea of a sincere apology? Aren’t you supposed to be a role model for your students?”
She fixed Kelly with a cold stare, just like she had three years ago at the villa.
Back then, she’d smashed a bottle and forced Kelly to kneel.
But this time, she wasn’t the only one pushing Kelly down—it was her own husband too.
Not a great feeling, is it, when everyone turns against you?
Did you ever think the person you trusted most would end up on the other side? Did you ever imagine you’d be this alone, Kelly?
Kelly.
Oh, this is just getting started.
“Sorry,” Kelly muttered through clenched teeth, her voice barely a whisper.
“Sorry, what? I can’t hear you.”
“Sorry!” Kelly spat, her jaw tight with anger and humiliation.
Patricia just smiled, shrugged, and reached out to touch Kelly’s shoulder, only for Kelly to slap her hand away.
Unbothered, Patricia shook her hand out, then glanced at her reddened palm, her smile growing even wider.
“Mrs. Newton, you really haven’t changed at all—still as unlikeable as ever.”
“Patricia, you better hope I never see you again.”
“Well, unless Riverdale belongs entirely to the Newton family, you might want to warn Theo to watch out. Wouldn’t want me to take his place, right?”
Kelly stormed off, fuming.
As she left, Howard gave Patricia a look—something between curiosity and appraisal.
Patricia left the restroom, but then doubled back and went in again, squeezing out some soap and rubbing her hands slowly, eyes fixed on her own shadowy reflection. That smile wouldn’t fade.
Kelly, oh Kelly. This is just the beginning.
The water finally stopped running.

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