“Don’t you know what a fruit plate is?” she sneered, her voice dripping with malice. “How many decent women work in bars, nightclubs, bathhouses, or massage parlors?”
She went on, relishing every word. “Marry an honest guy, get off the fruit plate—that’s how you clean up your act! But she’s still out there cheating, taking advantage of my kind-hearted brother, using him as a fool while she messes around.”
I clenched my fists, disgusted by her audacity. Her words were poison, and I could see the others in the room beginning to believe her lies.
As Heather's words grew more outrageous, I couldn't hold back any longer. I pushed open the door to the private room and walked in, my patience wearing thin.
"Heather, what did you just say?" I demanded, my voice cutting through the room. The friends who had been casually chatting and playing games immediately fell silent, their eyes darting between us.
Heather sat among them, a smug smile tugging at her lips, clearly enjoying the drama she'd stirred up. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. "You should be careful with your words. Spreading rumors is illegal, and you have to be responsible for what you say."
A few of the others waved it off, pulling me to sit down. "It's nothing, don't take it so seriously," they murmured, trying to ease the tension.
But Heather didn’t even acknowledge my warning. She simply turned her back to me, laughing with others and pulling them into another round of finger-guessing games, as if nothing had happened. The energy in the room slowly picked back up, the earlier commotion slipping into the background.
I glanced at my phone. Jeremy had sent a message saying his car had been scratched and he’d be busy dealing with it for a while. I sighed, thinking about going out to find him, when the KTV manager suddenly walked in, carrying a box of drinks.
"Miley, these are for you. Don't be shy, we’re all friends here," he said with a grin.
“No wonder the KTV manager is treating you so well, upgrading the room and sending over drinks,” Heather remarked with a smirk. “So you two are old acquaintances!”
Her voice dropped, dripping with insinuation. “Your smile is so sweet—do you smile at him like that in bed too?”
Laughter erupted around the room, feeding off her cruel words. I looked at her, my patience running thin, but I took a deep breath to keep calm.