Samantha was just like Rochelle once upon a time. If she wanted to call Timothy, she would not hesitate to do so. It did not matter where she was, what time it was, or whether she was happy or sad.
It was all because he had pampered her and spoiled her. His affection was all that she relied on.
Since then, she no longer had anything to rely on.
Jonathan had already answered the phone, and Rochelle placed her hands on her hips as she cursed in anger. All the expletives she used were never repeated and her lips rattled them off nimbly.
Samantha held the wine glass and sipped from it while watching Rochelle curse at Jonathan. There was a flash of envy in her eyes.
