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Maybe because of what happened to me in my past life, every time I saw someone cheating, I wanted to give that person the taste of retribution.
I waited in the hallway in front of the toilet for the two people to finish their business.
After almost twenty minutes, Sophia came out of the toilet looking frail and innocent like always. However, her hair and dress were disheveled.
She was shocked to see me, and after a while, a sweet smile formed on her lips, pretending that nothing was wrong.
“Leanna, are you waiting for someone?”
“I ‘am waiting for a slut and a cheater to come out from the men’s toilet,” I answered with a calm voice and impassive face.
Sophia turned around, trying to know if there were others behind her before she realized that she was the one I was referring to.
Her face immediately turned white.
“Y-your accusing me of being a slut?” She dramatically pointed at herself. Her eyes turned moist like she was about to cry.
Who is she acting for?
“You’re not a slut? So… Are you like a missionary bimbo or something? Because the last time I checked, the man you’re fucking is already engaged.”
Sophia, realizing that her frail, innocent image, and acting didn’t affect me, she immediately reverberated back to her real bitchy self. She placed her hands on her waist, raised her eyebrow and stared down at me.
“The last time I checked, it’s none of your business who I ‘am fucking with. You know what, Holley and I hate you. You’re the whore that stole Cain Fay from her.”
I smiled mockingly at her. “What can I say? The man has good taste.”
Sophia was about to raised her hand to slap me when Nicholas came out from the toilet.
Instantly, like a double personality, she put back her frail, innocent, angelic facade.
“How can you be so mean? Nicholas and I are truly in love with each other. We can’t help it. It’s my fault. I-I shouldn’t have done it. He’s my sister’s fiancé after all.” She sobbed and started to cry.
Nicholas, who was surprised for a moment, instantly guessed what had happened and went to Sophia’s side while half hugging her to calm down.
“Leanna, it’s not Sophia’s fault. I was the one who approached her first. We are really in love with each other. I was already planning to break off the engagement with Zoe.” Nicholas’s face was remorseful before dotingly stared at Sophia while the latter cried emotionally.
I arched an eyebrow.
They stopped and stared at me.
Nicholas slightly stammered as he gazed at me in confusion. “W-what els–“
I cut him off and mockingly smiled at him. “After you made Zoe waste her time on you. Her love on you. After you made her a fool and cheated behind her back, you’ll just say ‘break off the engagement’, and then you’ll live happily ever after just like that?”
“Leanna, you don’t want to mess with us. Just me alone can make your family suffer,” he threatened.
“You should have learned your lesson by now.” I sweetly smiled at him and played the recording in my phone the moment Sophia walked out from the toilet.
Instantly, all colors were drained from their faces.
Nicholas released Sophia in his arms and was about to snatch my phone when I grabbed his hand, kicked his leg, and threw him on the floor.
“Nick!!” Sophia screamed.
But I was not done yet. My anger was still raging like a volcano – still not satisfied.
I kicked him hard in the groin.
Nicholas screamed echoed throughout the whole gallery while Sophia was paralyzed as she just watched the entire scene in horror.
“Hhmpp! Count your luck that I didn’t wear pointy shoes.”
I glared at the shaking Sophia before turning around to exit the gallery. Along the way, people began to walk up the stairs, curious about the screams and ruckus I created.
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