Forcing down my rage, I smiled faintly and drawled, "Why don't you wait a little longer? Your dear wife will be contacting you very soon."
My calmness only made him more frantic. His eyes burned with rage.
"Still stubborn? Fine! Today, I'll utterly destroy your reputation!"
"Take her out!"
The guards dragged me to the gate of the apartment complex.
The commotion quickly drew a crowd. Dozens of eyes turned on me, whispers swelling into a storm.
Hubert seized the opportunity, loudly broadcasting my so-called sins for everyone to hear.
And the crowd believed every word.
"This is disgusting. She's already at this age and still leeching off her pregnant best friend? That's basically murder!"
"Exactly! Her friend is just too kind. If it were me, I'd have kicked her out ages ago."
"Classic fake friend—pretending to care while scheming behind the scenes. My wife had one just like her, and drove her into debt and depression. Even now, she's still on antidepressants!"
"She's a vampire, that's what she is. First her family, then her friends, then her husband. Whoever meets her is cursed!"