A high school reunion was being organized, and my classmates in the group chat were practically begging me to attend. [Lorraine, Livia’s boyfriend is hosting. Aren’t you coming?] I had just returned from a business trip with a pile of documents waiting for my approval on my desk. I politely declined. [I’m really busy with work lately. I don’t have time. You all have fun.] The next second, the group chat exploded with mockery. [What could you possibly be busy with? You haven’t even shown your face since graduation. Must be having a tough life.] [Working late at night? You’re not doing anything legit, are you?] [Livia’s boyfriend is the CEO of a listed company. She’s probably just jealous.] They even sent a photo of Livia Hewitt and her boyfriend. When I saw that familiar face on my screen, my hands and feet went cold. Livia’s boyfriend was none other than Lukas Foster, my husband of two years. ***** I had just parked my car when a text from Lukas popped up. [Lorraine, I’m heading overseas for a business trip these next few days. I’ll bring you back a gift.] Over the past two years of marriage, Lukas had always been gentle and attentive, reporting his whereabouts to me no matter where he went. If I hadn’t seen that photo of him and Livia in the group chat, I never would have suspected him of cheating. Thinking back, I realized his business trips had become more frequent in the past six months. Sometimes, they lasted two or three days, other times a week. Now it was clear that those trips were probably spent with Livia. I didn’t reply to his message. Meanwhile, the class group chat had suddenly become lively again. Someone shared photos from the gathering. One of them showed a bottle of wine with a price tag of one hundred thousand dollars. [Thanks to Livia’s boyfriend, I finally got to drink something this fancy. One bottle of this costs as much as my annual salary.] The chat was flooded with compliments and praise for Livia. Then, they started tagging me relentlessly. [Lorraine, where are you?] [We’re just waiting on you now. Don’t tell me you’re too scared to show up?] I put my phone into my bag and followed the server to the elevator up to the 22nd floor. The moment the elevator doors opened, I saw a bold sign at the entrance. It read: [Class 114 Reunion. Sponsored by Livia Hewitt and her boyfriend, Lukas Foster.] At the dining area, Livia stood in the center of the crowd, wearing an expensive evening gown, basking in the adoration of her audience like a proud princess. “Livia, will your boyfriend be joining us today? Since we’re all old classmates, could you introduce him to us?” “Yeah, Livia, I always knew you’d end up the most successful of us all. It’s so great to see you living the dream. I’m genuinely happy for you.” “Lorraine might have been top of the class back then, but look at her now, still can’t hold a candle to you.” Livia couldn’t hide her smug grin. She clearly enjoyed their flattery. Then they noticed me standing at the door. They suddenly became strangely quiet. The class monitor broke the silence. “Lorraine’s here? Come in, quick.” As I walked in, their gazes turned sharp and judgmental. “Almost ten years since we’ve seen you, Lorraine. Why are you here alone? Still single, huh?” Before I could answer, someone snickered. “She probably didn’t know who to bring. With the kind of job she has, her boyfriends must be numerous and temporary.” It had been over a decade since we last met, yet I couldn’t understand why they harbored such hostility toward me. I frowned. “What do you mean by that? Watch your mouth.” The room erupted into laughter. One of them noticed the Hermès bag in my hand and pointed at it with a mocking expression. “Lorraine, we’re all old classmates here. Even if you’re struggling, no one’s going to judge you. But I didn’t expect you to show up with a fake bag just to pretend to be rich.”
Their disdainful stares immediately landed on me. I met her gaze coldly and asked, “What makes you so sure it’s fake?” She looked triumphant, her voice brimming with excitement. “My cousin works for this brand. She posted about this bag on Twitter just a few days ago. “This model hasn’t even been released in the country yet. How could yours be real?” Her words turned everyone’s gaze on me into that of ridicule, as if they were watching a clown. Throughout high school, I had kept a low profile. To them, I was just an average girl from an ordinary family. They would never believe I had access to something as exclusive as this. Before I could respond, Livia’s eyes locked onto my keychain. Her face instantly darkened as she shouted, “Where did you get that figurine?” Her reaction was intense. All eyes turned to the crystal keychain in my hand. It was the Valentine’s Day gift I had given Lukas this year, custom-designed by a top artisan. It had cost me 1.5 million dollars to commission a pair. “This is mine.” No sooner had I spoken than Livia stormed over with a glass of wine in hand. Before I could react, she flung the wine in my face. “Yours? That’s part of a set with my boyfriend’s!” “I’ve been suspecting him of cheating lately, and now I finally know who the shameless woman is. It’s you! How dare you seduce my boyfriend?” Her accusations were sharp, and everyone’s eyes on me grew more hostile. “Livia, are you sure? It’s just a keychain. Maybe you’re mistaken.” “Yeah, Livia, your boyfriend is the CEO of Quantuva Group. How could she even get close to him?” To prove her point, Livia pulled out a video she had taken while sitting in Lukas’ car. In the video, the crystal figurine on his car keys was identical to mine. Now, everyone believed her. Their judgmental stares intensified. “So you really are a homewrecker? How disgusting. Stealing a classmate’s boyfriend!” “I used to think you were the school goddess. Turns out you’re just a mistress!” “You’re the kind of woman who destroys relationships. You deserve to rot in hell!” “If I were you, I’d be too ashamed to show my face here. How dare you even come here?” Without giving me a chance to explain, they had already branded me as the villain. From their moral high ground, they hurled insults and condemnation. Some even spat at me and whipped out their phones to record. “You’re a disgrace, selling your body for money. I feel embarrassed for you! “I’m going to share this in the group. Everyone should know what a shameless mistress the former top student has become!” I suppressed my nausea and stared coldly at Livia, who wore a smug, self-satisfied expression. “You’d better call Lukas and ask him who the real mistress is.” Livia’s face showed no fear. She raised her hand and slapped me hard across the face. “Do I even need to ask? “Of course it’s you! You shameless woman, how dare you call him by his name!”
She raised her hand, showing off the ring on her finger, her smug expression like a slap in my face. “See this? Lukas proposed to me last month.” “Give it up already. A mistress like you doesn’t deserve to live!” I stared at the ring on her hand, too disgusted to respond. “Just wait till Lukas gets here. You’ll see how ridiculous you are.” Livia glared at me, her face twisted with fury. “You shameless homewrecker, how dare you provoke me!” She snatched my bag out of my hands before I could react. “Let’s see what my boyfriend has been giving you!” She turned the bag upside down, dumping everything onto the floor. My face turned cold. Among the scattered items, a document fell out. It was the contract I’d just picked up. It was a 90-million-dollar deal I had sealed with a business partner on my way here. Before I could speak, one of her sycophants eagerly picked it up and handed it to her. “You’d better give that back,” I said sharply. “That’s a multi-million-dollar contract. You can’t afford the consequences.” Livia froze for a second, then burst out laughing, clutching her stomach like I’d told the best joke of her life. “Are you insane? Do you really think I’d fall for that? You’re trying to scare me with this nonsense?” She sneered and held up the papers. “You’re telling me these few pieces of paper are worth millions? Please! I’ll rip them up, and what can you do about it? Call the cops?” Before I could stop her, she tore the contract in half and tossed the pieces at my face. The room erupted in applause and cheers. “That’s the spirit, Livia!” “You’re going to be the wife of Quantuva Group’s CEO! This pathetic woman doesn’t deserve to stand in front of you!” “And those papers worth millions? What a joke! I could grab some printer paper and call myself a billionaire!” They all stood with Livia, their faces alight with mockery. I shot them a cold glare, too tired of their idiocy to argue. “I hope you can afford the price of your stupidity later,” I said icily. When I pulled out my phone to call the police, Livia stormed over and snatched it out of my hand, smashing it against the floor. “You think you can call the cops? Who do you think you are, you filthy mistress?” Her shamelessness sent a chill down my spine. Her gaze shifted to my wrist. When she spotted the bracelet peeking out from under my sleeve, her eyes lit up with greed. I saw what she was thinking and quickly tried to pull my sleeve down, but she was faster. She grabbed my arm and yanked the bracelet off my wrist in one swift motion. Her movement was so quick that before I could react, the bracelet was already in her hand. I froze, my face turning pale. My voice dropped to a dangerous chill. “Give it back.” Livia smirked, spinning the bracelet in her fingers. “Oh? You seem awfully attached to this. It must be worth a fortune, right?” My heart clenched, and I blurted out, “It’s not worth anything! It has nothing to do with Lukas. Give it back, now!” I stepped forward to grab it from her, desperation gripping me. This bracelet wasn’t just a piece of jewelry. It was the last gift my brother, Stefan Prescott, had given me before his tragic car accident. Before I could celebrate that birthday, Stefan was gone. Before his eyes closed for the last time, Stefan handed me the bracelet. He told me it was something he had specially bought for my protection. He told me to take good care of it. I had worn it every day since, keeping it close as a reminder of him. This bracelet was the last thing he left me. I couldn’t let anyone destroy it! But before I could touch Livia, her lackeys grabbed me, pinning me down. Livia laughed, her face a mask of cruelty. “You want it back? The more you care, the more I want to destroy it!” With a cold smile, she raised the bracelet high and smashed it against the floor. A sharp crack echoed in the room. The bracelet shattered into three pieces. “No!” A scream tore from my throat as my mind went blank. Tears blurred my vision. Livia hummed in satisfaction and strutted over. She bent down and slapped my face with mock affection. “Don’t you get it? Things that aren’t yours are never yours to have. Stop dreaming.” My chest heaved with fury as I glared at her and the pack of jackals around her. “You animals. You’ll pay for this.” “Did you just call me a bitch?” Livia’s face twisted with rage as she slapped me hard twice. The force left me reeling. The next moment, she grabbed a fistful of my hair and dragged me toward the dining table. “I hate homewreckers. Today, I’ll show you what happens to women like you!” She shoved my face into a steaming dish. Grease smeared across my skin, and the scalding liquid stung my eyes and nose. I choked, struggling to breathe, but her lackeys pinned my arms down. I couldn’t see, couldn’t move. Hot soup burned my throat as I gasped for air. Around me, I heard the sound of applause. My heart sank. “That’s right, Livia! Show her what happens to trash like her!” “She was so smug earlier. Look at her now! She’s disgusting!” Livia yanked my head out of the dish, her expression filled with disgust. She shoved me to the floor like I was filth. Grease dripped down my face as I desperately wiped my eyes with my sleeve. Livia stood tall, radiating arrogance. “Who wants to help me teach her a lesson? When Lukas gets here, I’ll make sure everyone who joins in gets a hundred thousand dollars!” Her words sent a ripple through the room. One brave soul stepped forward and kicked me. Livia clapped in delight. “Good! You’re the first!” Then, another stepped forward. And another. Soon, a mob swarmed me, fueled by greed. They clawed at my hair, slapped my face, and kicked me without mercy. “You deserve this!” “Beating up a mistress is justice!” Their shouts blurred into one cacophony as the pain overwhelmed me. I tried to crawl away, but they dragged me back, their hands bruising and tearing at me. “You think you can run? You chose to be a mistress. Now face the consequences!” They yanked me back, slapping me harder. “Enough! I’m not a mistress! Let me go!” I couldn’t take it anymore and screamed in defiance, but someone kicked me hard in the stomach. “You still dare to argue? You filthy, shameless woman. Today, we’ll beat you until you admit it!” Someone grabbed my hair and slammed my head into the floor. They slammed my head into the floor, and my mind buzzed with dizziness. The room fell silent as they watched, waiting for more. “Do it harder! Make sure she never dares to steal someone else’s boyfriend!” Blood trickled down my face, warm and sticky. I spat a mouthful of blood onto the floor and fixed Livia with a glare of pure hatred. “You’ll regret this,” I said, my voice trembling but defiant. Livia burst out laughing, looking down at me as if I were nothing. “This is what you get for messing with my man.” Her smug words had barely left her lips when the door to the room swung open. Lukas strode in, his sharp suit immaculate, his expression cold.
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