Inside the club.
Wendy had called Theo a few times, but he still hadn’t answered. She was starting to get a weird feeling about it when the private room door suddenly swung open.
Nina, tipsy from too many drinks, had just wanted to step out for some air. The last thing she expected was to run straight into Ruby and Wendy outside the door. For a second, she almost laughed—it was just her luck to bump into her worst enemies in a place like this.
“Well, well, Nina out to play tonight? Didn’t realize they let little girls into places like this,” Ruby drawled, her tone all fake sweetness and sneer.
Nina rolled her eyes. “And I guess only nannies like you get an invite, huh?”
She shot Wendy a look full of disdain—still Ruby’s loyal sidekick after all these years. Seriously, was it always going to be the same group of mean girls? Hadn’t they found anyone else to suck up to?
Wendy perked up, arms crossed, leaning against the wall and giving Nina a slow once-over. “Girls these days aren’t like we were before. Back then, if someone got caught being the other woman, she’d want to crawl under a rock. Now? Some of you act like it’s something to brag about.”
She gave Nina a mocking smile. “Looks like you’ve had plenty to drink. What’s wrong, big brother not paying attention to you tonight? Out here trying to drink your troubles away?”
Wendy’s eyes raked over Nina, making her feel exposed and uncomfortable. “Doesn’t seem like you’re killing it as the side chick either. You can’t beat the wife, you’re nothing compared to the first love, and you’re stuck in the middle. Must suck, huh?”
The bystanders burst out laughing, their voices echoing like some cruel old-time theater where the rich mocked whoever they could.
Nina’s cheeks burned with embarrassment, her scalp prickling.
While Wendy was still chuckling, head lowered, she didn’t notice Nina lunge. In one quick move, Nina grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head against the fancy gold-plated picture frame on the wall with a loud crack.
Wendy staggered, dizzy from the blow.
Instantly, everyone started shoving and screaming, and chaos broke loose. The whole club was a mess. The manager rushed over, took one look at the crowd—recognizing all the spoiled, rich faces—and decided he wasn’t about to get involved.


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