Chapter 2

Then, it was followed by several seconds of silence.

Clark snickered as if he had heard a joke. “Yvonne, use your head before lying. Would you even believe in your own deranged ramblings?”

My university mates were also working in his law firm, so they continued fanning the flames.

“That’s right. You merely rented a car and hired an actor to play along with you. Do you believe you’ve actually turned yourself into a rich woman?”

They started chuckling.

“That scared me. I really thought she married a good man.”

“I think she just got herself a rich, old man.”

I trembled in rage and was about to say something when I heard a screech.

“Yvonne!”

I heard the sound of high heels clacking against the floor.

In the next second, I felt a slap on my face.

Smack!

My head snapped to the side, and my ears rang.

Samantha was fuming in front of me and grabbed my collar. “How dare you still come and see Clark?! We’re already engaged! How dare you still bother him?!”

I finally realized what had happened and was just about to slap her back when someone grabbed my wrist.

I took in that familiar, woody scent.

It was Clark.

He frowned as he said, “Stop with the tantrum, Yvonne.”

I could not believe my ears.

I was the one slapped, but he was stopping me?

When Samantha saw this, a smug look appeared in her eyes.

In the next second, she lunged forward and grabbed my hair. “How could you be so shameless?! You were already pestering Clark all the time when you were in university! You knew that I grew up with him and still decided to butt into our relationship! It’s been so many years, and you still came here?!”

Her sharp nails scratched my face as she slapped me a few more times.

The others burst into a commotion again.

“My goodness, that’s scary…”

“It’s been so many years, and she’s still pestering Clark?”

“Samantha is so pitiful.”

Someone even took out their phones to begin recording. Their cameras were practically in my face.

“Get a clearer shot.”

“We seldom see mistresses coming up to pester their lovers.”

“I heard that she was the one who pursued Clark during university.”

“Simps really do end up with nothing in the end, huh?”

Those discussions crashed into my ears like a tidal wave.

My scalp hurt from all the tugging, and I almost lost my footing, but Clark simply stood by the side and did not drag Samantha away.

When Samantha got tired, she threw herself into his arms and started crying. “Clark, I’m so scared… Will she snatch you back?”

The people around them started comforting them.

“Don’t worry, Samantha. How could Clark like such a woman?”

“That’s right. It’s common knowledge that you grew up together, and he dotes on you the most.”

“Some people just want something beyond their reach.”

I felt like laughing.

Five years ago, when Samantha killed my mother, Clark had done exactly this.

He had stood in front of me and protected Samantha, as I was the one in the wrong.

Really, I should have gotten used to it.

Clark looked down at me and said, “Yvonne, if you apologize now and promise not to lie and cause trouble again, I can clean up this mess for you.”

He sounded like he was being charitable.

I stared at him, stunned, and found the situation ridiculous.

I had not lied, had not pestered him, and had not caused trouble.

How could he treat me like I was some kind of beggar?

My eyes turned bloodshot from rage, and I laughed. “You disgust me, Clark.”

I slapped him in the face.