With the police now involved, the middle-aged couple cracked almost instantly—
and confessed that Blair had been the one pulling the strings all along.
No one was surprised. Least of all Cecilia.
She had suspected Blair from the very beginning.
The slander, the humiliation, the perfectly timed "accident"—it all fit too neatly.
That woman had been out for her blood.
Cecilia wasn't the kind of person to start fights,
but she wasn't the type to keep taking hits either.
Enough was enough.
She picked up her phone. "Marylin, do you have the number of any entertainment reporters?"
"Reporters? You mean, gossip columnists?"
"Yeah. Send me their contacts. The ones who write the juiciest stories."
"I mean, I do, but—wait, Cecilia, what are you—hello?"
The line went dead.
Minutes later, several contact cards slid into her inbox.
Cecilia stared at them coldly.
If Blair could destroy reputations with a single lie,
then so could she.
