Shayla
The moment we landed in Georgia, I felt like I could finally breathe again. Chris and I were back on our home turf, away from the courtroom tension of New York. But as we strolled toward baggage claim, I noticed a commotion up ahead. Then, a voice cut through the hum of airport chatter.
"Chris! This is why you've been ignoring me?" I froze, my grip on Chris's hand tightening. Striding toward us was
Rebecca Stone
sleek, confident, and with a glare that could've sliced glass. Around us, people started slowing down, a few even pulling out their phones to record. Chris sighed, muttering under his breath,
"Rebecca.... this isn't..." He started but Rebecca didn't care. She was on a mission, and she wasn't about to make it a quiet one.
"You think you can lead me on, then leave me for this… this woman?" She flicked a disgusted glance at me. I rolled my eyes at her terrible acting
