Chapter 6: Attractive Stranger
Abigail sat in the backseat of the Uber, the glowing screen of her phone casting a pale light on her face as she reread the headline.
"Shock as sex tapes of Genevieve Harris are released on her birthday."
Her stomach twisted, and her heart raced as she scrolled through the post. The comments section was already ablaze, filled with mocking laughter, crude jokes, and a smattering of sympathy that was quickly drowned out by cruel taunts.
For a moment, Abigail's chest tightened with something that felt like pity. No one deserved to have their privacy shattered like that, not even Genevieve. But then, the memory of that morning slammed into her— Genevieve in bed with Dave. Genevieve laughing at her pain, belittling and mocking her.
She could still hear Genevieve's voice dripping with venom: "No normal guy in his senses would want a mute like you."
Her grip on the phone tightened. Whatever sympathy had bloomed quickly withered.
As far as she was concerned, Genevieve got what she deserved for being so cruel and living so recklessly. The thought was harsh and unlike her, but Abigail didn't care.
Genevieve had spent years parading herself as the untouchable heiress, lounging around like royalty while she handled and cleaned up after her. She wasn't going to let herself feel guilty for deriving some twisted kind of pleasure from the embarrassment and heartache that this would cause Genevieve.
Abigail couldn't help but be glad that she wasn't home with Genevieve when this happened. She knew very well that if she had been with her, she would have transferred all her frustration and aggression to her.
They would have found a way to make her take the blame for it or ask her to figure out how to fix it, as though her life's sole purpose was to cater to Genevieve and clean up after her.
It wasn't her responsibility to fix this. For once, she didn't have to be the one picking up the pieces.