Arianne was subsequently subjected to a very harsh jeremiad, but she dared not offer any rebuttal. Tiffany was right, while her friend never kept secrets from her, Arianne could not say the same about its inverse.
After work, Arianne hitched Jackson’s car for the ride with Tiffany to go to White Water Bay Villa. Mark could only glare at her with daggers in his eyes, a look she feigned not to see. They were divorced, so what could he do about this?
As soon as they arrived at White Water Bay Villa, Mark followed Jackson into the kitchen, the two immediately chatting about god-knows-what.
Meanwhile, Tiffany began her thorough, no-holds-barred inquisition. She unleashed a volley of questions regardless of how tactful they were until she pried every single piece of the puzzle from Arianne’s mouth.
When the full knowledge was finally unveiled, Tiffany held her child as she seethed at the injustice her friend had suffered. “Frickin’ Tremonts! They owe you so much, and yet they have the gall to make you look like the bad guy! On what rights do they have to treat you like that?! God! I know you asked for a divorce, but damn, I didn’t think Mark would be foolhardy enough to agree to it... What was he thinking? Sigh. So, what now? Gonna stay separated like this forever, or wait till it’s a good time to remarry again?”
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