Guess Who's Not Sweet Anymore?

"Eve, I told you to pay up. What are you standing there for?"

My mind spun as I heard Albert Roosevelt's voice. Only when I saw his heartless face did I realize I had been reborn.

I turned and looked at the most extravagant private dining room of the hotel's restaurant, now packed with classmates from our department.

I curled my lip and exclaimed, "How generous of you, Mr. Roosevelt. Booking this many tables at La Pearle must've cost over a hundred grand. You're really planning to blow your whole fortune tonight for Bianca's birthday."

Albert's face darkened. He grabbed my arm and dragged me into a secluded corner.

Looking troubled, he frowned. "A few hundred grand is nothing to you. It's Bianca's birthday. You're not going to let me embarrass myself, are you?"

I used to be weak to that look on his face. He was handsome, with a touch of melancholy in his eyes. Even when he wasn't frowning, it was enough to tug at my heartstrings. And when he did frown, it felt like the whole world owed him something.

I would do anything for him. So whenever he frowned, I answered his every need.

However, he was never grateful. He'd spent my money without shame, acting like he was truly from the Roosevelt family. And in the end, he killed me with his own hands.

Staring at the face I once was obsessed over, the very one I dreamed of waking up next to, I felt a sharp pain in my chest.

I raised my hand and covered my chest. In my last life, that was where he stabbed me. It hurt.

This time, it was his turn to pay.

I let out a scornful laugh. "Worried about embarrassing yourself? Then why did you choose this place? You know how expensive it is. If you can't afford it, don't pretend you can."

"Why you—" Albert glared at me furiously. "Are you saying you're not paying for this meal?"

He lived off me, and now he wanted to act like he was entitled to it.

I turned and started walking toward the elevator. He rushed after me.

"Eve, you—"

"Albert, where are you? What's taking you so long to take a bottle of wine?" Bianca Reed's voice came from the door of the private room.

I caught the panic on Albert's face and smiled. "If Bianca finds out you're flat broke, do you think she'll still want to be your girlfriend?"

He frowned, clenching his jaw as he glared at me. "What do you want?"

Seeing Bianca walking in our direction, I gave him a mocking smile. "Get on your knees. You've got a decent face. I'll count this dinner as your tip."

Albert's fist tightened. "You're going too far."

Too far? I was just getting started, and he already thought it was too much?

How weak of him.

"Forget it, then. It's just a few hundred grand. That's pocket change for someone like you, right, Mr. Roosevelt?"

I turned and walked straight toward Bianca without hesitation.

"Wait," he called out.

I saw Bianca getting closer. I smirked and tapped the floor lightly with the tip of my shoe. I raised my voice and demanded, "Here's fine. On your knees, then."

Albert shot daggers at me. Just as he bent his knees to kneel, I heard Bianca's voice from behind me.

"Albert, there you are. I've been looking everywhere for you."