Chapter 105 It's Poetic Justice, It's Karma

• CHAPTER 105: It's poetic justice, it's karma
• The door slammed shut behind Veronica, the echo reverberating through the grand but hollow foyer. Her heels clicked sharply against the marble floor as she huffed in, the fury, and the pain from the restaurant confrontation still coursing through her veins. She was barely holding herself together as it was. Everything seemed to mock her, as the opulent chandelier above cast fragmented light, mirroring the chaos within her.
• She tossed her black purse onto the console table, its contents spilling out—a lipstick, a compact mirror, and a pressed powder. None of it mattered. She wouldn't even care if any of it got ruined. Her life was almost ruined as it was. Her world was unraveling, tilting on its axis, and she needed solace—something to anchor her, or at least a drink.