“Well, well, long time no see, my little stand-in,” she taunted, her tone dripping with malice.
A chill ran down my spine, my body stiffening as if stabbed by needles. My face turned ghostly pale.
The scene before me transported me back to those dark days when I was mercilessly bullied.
It was shortly after my mother had died in a car accident while saving Grandpa Carlos. Out of gratitude, Grandpa took me in and arranged for me to attend the same school as Jameson.
At first, Jameson often looked after me, walking me to and from class. Rumors began to spread, with people teasing that he liked me.
Naively, I allowed myself to develop feelings for him. But the moment he heard the rumors, he wasted no time clearing his name. In front of everyone, he not only denied any connection to me but introduced his girlfriend—Yvette.
The tide turned quickly. Admiring gazes shifted to scornful ones, and the rumors about Jameson liking me were replaced by ridicule that I was nothing but Yvette’s stand-in.
Just when I began to believe it myself, Yvette sought me out.
The moment Yvette arrived, she grabbed my head and shoved me into a filthy pool of water, screaming at me.