Chapter 1

Instantly, a barrage of angry curses erupted in the room.

“Luanne, aren’t you evil? How could you fake a funeral just to get Greg’s attention?”

“When Greg’s family went bankrupt back then, you ran faster than anyone else. Now that he’s made a comeback, you want to crawl your way back to him?”

“People like you would honestly be better off actually dead.”

The insults pierced my ears like sharp needles. Greg Jenson stood right in front of me, with absolutely no intention of stepping in to help me out.

I clenched my fists tightly and forced a fawning smile onto my face.

“I’m not here to cling to Greg. Today is his birthday, and I just came to tell him happy birthday. And to say I’m sorry.”

Greg let out a disdainful scoff. “Do you honestly think I need your apology?”

He raised his eyebrows and wrapped an arm around Chloe Malle, the woman sitting next to him, who also happened to be my former best friend.

“Chloe and I are getting married soon,” he said with a playful, mocking smirk. “Since you’re here, you might as well wish us a happy marriage.”

With that, he picked up a bottle of red wine and poured me a full glass.

Chloe leaned into his chest with a shy smile and added, “Luanne, what Greg and I need most is your blessing. So, pretty please?”

She blinked her eyes playfully and flashed their interlocked fingers right in front of my face.

In fact, this was for the best. Greg’s eyes hadn’t lost their light just because I left. He had a new lover now, and I really should bless him.

I picked up the wine glass and made a toast. “Take this as my apology and blessing to you. Greg, I wish you a lifetime of health and happiness, and that everything goes perfectly for you.”

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my thigh, and all the red wine in my hand spilled.

“Luanne, even if you didn’t want to bless our marriage, you didn’t have to soak me in red wine… You were the one who abandoned Greg first. I didn’t steal your boyfriend…”

Chloe sobbed bitterly, her eyes red, but beneath the table, her hand was holding a bloody corkscrew.

Greg’s gaze instantly turned ice-cold.

“Greg, it wasn’t me. It was Chloe. She started–”

Before I could finish my sentence, my cheek burned with stinging pain.

“Luanne, who do you think you are to slander my fiancée right in front of me? As if I don’t know what kind of person you are. You’re materialistic, heartless, unscrupulous, and vicious… You cheated on me with my best friend, Frank, and Chloe never said a single bad thing about you. Now that she and I are getting married, you show up again to cause a scene. Your disgusting behavior makes me sick!”