That very public, very physical argument put John’s family and friends on edge. Carolyn, to them, looked like a liability, a shrew. Underneath that classy veneer was a feral girl, low-rent and trashy, sure to bring him down. No matter that paparazzi had photographed John taking his palm to Carolyn’s face and shoving her back by her head. Or that he tried to rip her engagement ring off her finger with such force that the stone broke off, or that he tried to pull their dog’s leash out of her hand so many times that she almost fell. They were a combustible match, toxic, and when Carolyn’s friends
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