The sharp chime of the doorbell made Lance flinch. He rushed to open it, half-expecting a neighbor, half-dreading another confrontation.
Ansel was standing there, hands in his pockets, his expression annoyed, eyes narrowed.
"I thought my phone would explode with the amount of calls I was getting from you.." Ansel asked flatly, voice carrying more irritation than concern.
Lance's throat tightened. "…Didn't you see the news?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady
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Ansel shrugged, almost lazily, like it didn't matter. "I saw it. Your whoreness is finally out for the public to see.." he said. "Did you also sleep with Valentino too? Shameless enough to sleep with a married man who has a daughter your age."
Lance stood frozen for a moment, tears prickling his eyes. His chest ached, and anger mingled with sadness so intensely he could barely catch his breath.
