“Wait, isn't Lyla married?”

Lyla's hands shook as she held her phone. She had never expected her secrets to be revealed like this. She had thought she was being discreet, but now everyone thought she was a whore.

"Lyla, calm down," the tall man said mockingly.

"It's all out in the open now. Why don't you tell us who else you've slept with?” He never liked Lyla to begin with. To him, she was just a soulless husk with a pretty face.

“Fuck off!” Lyla's rage boiled over, and she struggled to keep it under control. The hushed whispers around her made her feel like a spectacle, and even her close colleagues looked at her with suspicion.