Chapter 132. The Secret Between Us

Cynthia’s POV

I slam my leg into the air, nearly losing balance as rage swells inside me like a storm. My fists clench tightly by my sides, nails digging into my palms. 

My mind won’t stop replaying the scene—her smirk, her voice, the smug way Isabel claimed ownership of the flagship store like it was hers all along. And the audacity—the unforgivable nerve—to send me out like I was nothing. Canceling my membership card like I was some common outsider.

I scream, the sound raw and guttural, before slamming my hand against the tire of my car. 

“Damn you, Isabel. Damn you!” I shout again, louder this time. “Who the hell do you think you are?!”

My chest heaves, and I pause for a second, my rage momentarily paralyzed by the weight of humiliation. Then, without thinking twice, I y