Laura
I was about to get into my car when I heard a lady screaming out my name. I turned around and saw a lady approaching me, agitatedly.
"Ma'am, please enter the car," my bodyguard urged me.
There was something different about the lady. She didn't seem like she was one of the paparazzi or media who have been stalking my life for days
I turned around to enter the car.
"Laura, wait. We need to talk. You need to tell the world why you have decided to be a home wrecker," she yelled.
People started to video us. This lady was making a scene which could affect my company. But what did she mean by home wrecker? I'd never wreck anyone's home.
"If you enter that car, I'm going to tell the world the type of person you are—"
"I do not even know you," I began to say, gesturing to my bodyguards to stay calm.
The lady approached me. "I'm Erica Peters, Shawn's fiancée." Before I could respond, she threw a slap on my face. "This is for trying to take my man from me. He's mine."
