The room was thick with tension as the former lovers exchanged sharp words and even sharper glances.

Elora chuckled and said, "Oh Bettie, always with her jokes. Lance, failing abroad? He's practically royalty in the venture capital realm.

Even though you've been broken up for many years, do you still have those old angry feelings towards him? Listen to me. Don't be so narrow-minded."

Sabrina countered, "This is Lance, right? Funny, isn't it? Bettie's had her fair share of admirers over the years. Are you implying nobody's wanted her? It's been years since your breakup. Can't get over her, can you? Funny, in all our years of friendship, Bettie's never once brought up someone named Lance."

Lance squinted his eyes and gave Bettie a silent, intense Look.

She never once mentioned him to her friends over the years.

Elora's expression clouded as she addressed Sabrina with displeasure.

“And who might you be?"

“Me? Just a friend of Bettie's. Sabrina Chavez." With a calm expression, Sabrina glanced at her. "Is something wrong?"

Elora looked at her up and down and remarked with disdain, "Ah, Tyrone Blakely's ex-wife. He chose to cheat on you. No surprise you and Bettie get along."

"You making fun of Sabrina over this issue? It's quite the joke.”

Bettie shot back.

“It's amusing how my ex-husband's actions become a way to mock me. which is the first time I have heard such a statement. I guess you're too busy chasing wealth and status to think straight."

The crowd shifted uncomfortably, their gazes settling on Elora in disapproval.

Most of them had simple values, and to them, the one having an affair was in the wrong.

A distinct divide existed between them and Tyrone. They couldn't possibly speak on behalf of Tyrone.

Elora tried to retort, but Lance cut in, "Enough."

Someone quickly added, “Let's keep the peace. We're reuniting after a long time. Let's not ruin it."

"I'd Love to keep the peace, but some seem too keen on showing off. How can I stay quiet?" Bettie replied sarcastically.

“Some people just can't swallow their pride and admit defeat, can they?