"A slut like her finally gets what's coming? Hilarious. Thought you'd latched onto money, and now the whole internet's digging up your dirt."
"You think you're good enough to marry into the Gilbert family? Take a good look in the mirror."
"Sterling City's biggest slut. The title fits. Young Mr. Gilbert sure has interesting taste, hahaha."
"Heard she once knocked on a director's door just to land a magazine cover. Who knows if it's true, but with that face? I'd bet on it."
The comments were all abuse, wall to wall.
Once in a while someone tried to speak up for me and got buried instantly.
Then Clyde's phone rang. His mother.
Nora Henson's voice came through like a slap.
"Break off the engagement with Deidre Morton. Now."
"A woman with that kind of personal life is never marrying into the Gilbert family."
Clyde raised an eyebrow. "Fine. But my condition is that I marry Victoria."
Teeth-grinding rage came through the line. "As long as you cut ties with that woman immediately, I don't care who you marry."
Standing off to the side, I let out a breath. "Clyde, you got what you wanted. Can you let me go now?"
"Not so fast."