happened, please! I beg you!" She only smirked. "Come off it, girl. You're not fooling anybody with your drama and antics. Everyone knows who you are now. You can't hide anymore." Desperat

I never went into that man's room to cheat on you. I have never slept with him or anyone else in my life! I was framed! It was the queen who sent me to drop off the package to him! I didn't know what was inside! I swear to you!" He sneered at me coldly. "You will really say anything to get yourself out of this, won't you? Tell me. Did he fuck you good?" I felt myself burn from the roots of my hair to the soles of my feet. "George!" I said, appalled. "I'm telling you that I was set up!" "Why don't you spare us the angelic act, Wendy?!" Brittany suddenly caught in. "This is really who you are! Stop pretending!" "And what would the queen gain from setting you up, Wendy?" I shook my head, tears glistening in my eyes. "I don't know. I swear I don't know. But you have to believe me!" "Believe you? Believe a woman who threw away everything we've built together for years just for a few minutes of pleasure?" "No, George, please-!" "You can save your tears and your lies. It's over." "What? What do you mean? What-what do you mean it's over?!" I asked, my voice trembling. For an answer, he threw a set of papers at my feet and I bent and took them with trembling fingers. "Wh-what is it?" I asked, fear gripping me. "Divorce papers," replied George calmly as if he was talking about the weather as if the world wasn't spinning on its axis and falling apart around me. My breath hitched and as I spoke, my voice sounded different to me; as if it wasn't mine. "What do you mean divorce papers? How did you - When did you-?" "I called my l