Howard stepped forward, his expression unreadable but his tone cutting. "So this is the person who said she wanted to change her marriage partner?" He scoffed. "Lora was right. You really are cheap."
On the crowded street, passersby had already gathered, whispering among themselves, their gazes filled with judgment. The socialites who followed the Hewitt brothers smirked, adding fuel to the fire.
"She really is a disgrace. A fake through and through."
"Acts all innocent on the surface, but flirts with men behind closed doors. Who knows how many people she’s slept with already? She’s nothing compared to Lora!"
For three years, Nikki had fallen from her pedestal, from the life of a wealthy heiress to rock bottom. She had endured countless rumors, endured being looked down upon.
But this—
This was the first time Howard and Brad had humiliated her so openly, without a second thought.
Her lips quivered, but before she could say anything, she met their eyes.
There was no hesitation. No regret. Just sheer contempt, as if she were nothing more than filth beneath their shoes.
It was suffocating.