Chapter 9
I stepped away to splash water on my face.
When I returned, seven or eight studio invitations for representation lit up my notifications.
I politely declined: [I’ve already accepted Mr. Maxwell Zane’s offer.]
The comments overflowed with support:
[Mr. Zane’s talent paired with your expertise? He’d be unstoppable!]
[Rumor says Mr. Zane’s prepping for a global tour. With Rosalind onboard, they’ll dominate the industry!]
[Can we acknowledge how Rosalind’s talent was wasted on Henry Shepherd? Shopbat–pendence and
tool. Even the assistants sniped at her.]
carried that studio, yet he treated her like a
[Remember when Tamara Lee messed up that contract? Dropped a zero in the price? The client nearly died!]
Rosalind, take me with you! I joined Mr. Shepherd’s studio to learn from you. Now? I ha
[Ugh. That Homewrecker wins? I’m done with love.]
to work with that bitch!]
The last comment was from my journalist friend who had been at the exhibition after–party.
She had stayed and witnessed Henry shattering the painting at my feet.
waf
Her journalist instincts kicked in, and she secured the surveillance footage on my behalf.
Later, she had published my divorce announcement on X along with footage of Tamara’s performative antics and Henry’s blind rage. It showed that Tamara had staged her own injury.
