Divorce Has Never Felt This Good

“Who told you that?”

Becky climbed out of bed and went to the windows to part the curtains. The sky was still purple, with a hint of orange as the sun crept up on the horizon.

Squinting slightly, Becky grabbed a knitted sweater and put it on. Then she walked to the bathroom in her soft woolen slippers and put the phone on speaker.

“Pictures are being spread of you and your dad holding hands. We ran into Denise and Babette yesterday, so it could be either of them who did this.”

Becky, who was brushing her teeth, just replied vaguely, “I see.”

Jessie didn’t expect to see such ridiculous gossip so early in the morning.

Louisa was the one who showed her the screenshots. The two girls laughed out loud, unable to wrap their heads around the idea that someone thought that Becky’s father was her sugar daddy.

“Do you need me to find out who’s behind this? It’ll be a piece of cake. I can just ask Louisa,” Jessie offered.

she picked up the phone and asked meaningfully, “Are you trying to help me

satisfying my curiosity at the same time. It’s

“No, thank

long before whoever posted this

a little

you have too much time on your hands, Jessie?” Becky asked, tossing the phone on the bed. She

was elsewhere, so she sighed and said, “No, I’m a very busy

other goodbye, they hung up

smiled and shook her head helplessly. Then she went to the kitchen to prepare

news that Becky was a bigwig’s mistress was only spread in their circles. While it wasn’t made public,

inspect how things were going, even Elvin looked at Becky differently. It was as though he respected her

out that Becky was his daughter. Then, at noon, his secretary suddenly called him to say that the news that he had a mistress had reached