Chapter 335 What Is a Divorcee Worth?

• "Ms. Mayfield, I think I finally understand why your marriage fell apart. You're just too restless and needy." Blaine didn't hesitate to strike back after I poked fun at him.
• Octavia looked at me disapprovingly, like I was some circus clown who'd dragged her into embarrassment by association.
• I didn't feel like arguing anymore. Instead, I laid it all out, plain and simple. "Octavia, I thought we were friends. But you treat me like a product on a shelf. Is that what friends do? Please don't invite me to lunch like this again. I may be divorced, but I can still afford to feed myself."