The surrounding murmurs and laughter made Bianca's skin crawl. She struggled to keep her composure. "You have absolutely no class," she hissed.
Claire just laughed. "And you're so classy, acting as the other woman?"
The crowd's chatter grew louder.
"She looks so put-together, but she's a homewrecker?"
"That's disgusting. I can't stand people like that."
"We should probably avoid her company. I wouldn't want to work for someone like that."
Bianca's carefully constructed composure began to shatter under the weight of the public judgment. Just before she completely lost her cool, a voice cut through the noise.
"The other woman? I think the real homewrecker here is someone else!"
It was Henry. He had just arrived to find Bianca being cornered and publicly shamed. Without a second thought, he had stepped in to defend her.
Noreen, having just finished her phone call, returned to this scene. She looked straight at Henry, meeting his accusatory and disdainful gaze. She paused, confused.
Was Henry calling *her* a homewrecker? The audacity.
Claire also heard the implication in his voice and stared at him, her eyes wide with disbelief. How could anyone be so clueless?
"What are you talking about? Spell it out! Who's the homewrecker?" Claire demanded.
Bianca frowned, a coldness in her eyes, but she put on a show of grace and maturity, gently tugging on Henry's arm. "Let it go. There are too many people here. It's not worth stooping to their level."


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