Chapter 6
The words stuck in Ophelia’s throat. There was nothing left to say.
She hung up and boarded the flight alone.
In Sedona, she hiked the red rocks, sat with a priest.But her intentions had shifted–no longer praying for Bastien,just for herself.]
She didn’t text him. He didn’t check on her.
His promise to pick her vanished into thin air.]
Unti the Christmas Eve,their fifth anniversary has ending without so much as a notification on her phone.]
The farewell trip that wasn’t. The last anniversary wasn’t as well.]
She wasn’t even surprised.She’d stopped expecting anything weeks ago.[]
But after all those years, it still felt like heartbroken. Back home, Ophelia went straight to the attorney Piper had recommended.]]
Since her goal was to get out fast, the lawyer suggested a direct approach–convince Bastien to sign a divorce agreement now.
Ophelia hesitated.She couldn’t handle his mother’s tears. Couldn’t stomach explaining herself to anyone.[]
She was running on fumes.]
“What if I leave here and give you power of attorney?” she asked. “Could you handle the negotiations while I’m gone?”
The attorney, Jessica, studied her face for a moment before nodding.[]
“Yes, we can do that.“]
After paperwork, Jessica walked Ophelia toward the parking garage.]
They had barely made it past the building’s café when a cluster of women rushed toward them. Before Ophelia could process what was happening, coffees and hit her face and chest.
She stood frozen in shock.
“Homewrecker! You ruined Anastasia’s life, you pathetic bitch!“]
“Why don’t you just die!“]
“Anastasia was too kindness, so you can bully her–go back to London, you backstabbing skank!“]
The verbal assault came from all sides. Someone pushed Ophelia hard, sending her sprawling onto the ground
Jessica, who had been checking her phone, spun around at the commotion and rushed back.
“Hey! STOP! What the hell?” She shouted, frantically waving to the security guard in the lobby. “Call the police!“[]
Ophelia sat dazed on the floor–caramel macchiato dripping from her hair, clothes soaked, palms scraped and bleeding.]
Jessica faced the young women, her courtroom voice activated:“Who exactly do you think you are?Your behaviour just now need six months minimum.”
The ringleader, a girl in her early twenties with a racing team jacket, smirked []
“Worth it. This British bitch has been making Anastasia miserable for yearst
Jessica’s eyes narrowed. “Did Anastasia put you up to this?”
As ifr
“So she didn’t ask you to assault Ms. Hartley?“]]
The girl tossed her hair back. “She’d never ask us to do this.”
Jessica’s laugh was cold. “Great. Enjoy explaining that to the police. Let’s see if your idol even remembers your names when you’re calling for bail money.“]
The police arrived within minutes. Jessica took Ophelia back upstairs to clean up and change into new clothes before heading to the station to file charges.[]
In the car. Jessica’s phone kept buzzing. The attack had already hit Twitter–video from multiple angles, hashtags claiming Ophelia had finally “gotten what karma had coming.” [
Ophelia scrolled through it all, her expression hardening.[]
“Jessica,the women who attacked me today–full charges, no plea deals. And anyone who’s shared that video with comments encouraging violence, I want them sued for defamation. No settlements.“]
Jessica nodded firmly.
“No problem. I will deal it.“]
