*Sylvia*

I stabbed my lettuce as I looked at the new article. I don’t know how long I had been sitting here just seething at the sight of her annoying little face. How had she managed all of this? And then she had the audacity to come to my house and act like I had betrayed her by getting engaged to Dylan?

That bitch.

How had she managed to bag my fiancé’s fucking uncle? Everyone knew who Miles Scott was and if they didn’t they were probably ...