“I don’t think I did anything wrong.”
“Even if I had a hundred chances, I’d still make the same choice.”
“After all, in this world, only I deserve him.”
“Not some spoiled, crying little girl.”
She recounted the hardships she shared with Lucas Lawrence.
She talked about how they propped up a company on the verge of collapse.
She talked about the nights they fought side by side, relying on each other.
But she never mentioned where Lucas’s startup capital came from.
Ethan hadn’t gotten out of school yet.
While waiting at the red light, more than a dozen comments had already appeared.
Some scolded her for being shameless, saying that harming someone would never end well.
Some said I just had a weak mentality, and it wasn’t her fault.
Even worse, some dug up her identity and found photos that once shocked the entire internet.
Seeing that blurry picture, I froze.
It felt like looking through a tear in time.
I saw myself three years ago, lost and desperate.
Stripped naked and thrown onto the street.
Walking bare into the media’s spotlight.
A brutal contrast to Sophia—glamorous, standing proudly beside Lucas.
Although Lucas later tried everything to suppress the trending topic,