Seriously? I couldn't help but laugh, the absurdity of it all hitting me. If I hadn't called the cops, I'd be six feet under right now. And here she was, acting like it was just a minor misunderstanding.Wanda jumped in, bold as ever. "Exactly! I'm the one who got hurt, not you. Why are you being so petty?"I almost wanted to applaud her nerve. Her boyfriend had stabbed her, and she still wanted to bail him out. Her logic was unreal."Oh? Then why don't you join me and press charges against him?" I shot back, barely holding back a smirk."You..." Wanda stammered, clearly caught off guard. With no real comeback, she defaulted to her usual theatrics. Dropping to the ground, she started wailing, her cries loud enough to draw a crowd."Everyone, come look!" she screamed. "Shaun Lambert forced me to sleep with him for three years, and now he won't take responsibility. I'm so pitiful!"'This again.' In my past life, her lies had wrecked my reputation and haunted me even after I died.
Wanda's frustration was obvious, but she slapped on a strained smile. "It's not that bad. Drick just graduated, and, well, we can't afford a place right now."I shrugged. "No big deal. If you two work hard, you'll get there. But if something this small throws you off, how can anyone believe your love's unbreakable? Don't you think?"Drick's expression soured like he'd just eaten a lemon. It was clear he'd been banking on some easy money and was only now realizing that door was shut. 'Rich people don't miss a thing,' he probably thought, squirming under the weight of reality.Seeing them squirm gave me a quiet sense of satisfaction.Wanda, still clinging to her pride, snapped, "So you're just refusing to help us? Fine! I'll never spend another penny of your family's money!" She grabbed Drick's arm and tried to storm off dramatically, but he didn't budge."Shaun," he quickly interjected, "don't mind her. She's upset—women, you know?" He gave a nervous laugh, clearly hoping my parent
Wanda stormed into the house, fuming and dripping wet like a drowned rat. We were mid-laugh, celebrating my mom's birthday, and the sight of her was so ridiculous none of us could hold back our laughter.Feigning surprise, I smirked and called out, "Oh wow, is it raining? Shelly, better grab the laundry before it gets soaked!"Wanda stood frozen, probably too scared to open her mouth and risk getting kicked out. But, true to her shameless nature, she made a beeline for the dining table and started stuffing her face like nothing had happened."Shelly," I said with a cold smile, "I don't like sharing meals with strangers."Our maid, Shelly, caught on right away. She stepped forward, ready to escort Wanda out.Wanda's eyes widened in shock. No matter how much Shelly tugged, she refused to budge, clearly stunned at how ruthless I was willing to be.***That's when the front door slammed open, and Emma stormed in, her face red with fury. She'd just found out she'd been fired and wasn
I never thought Wanda would have the guts to boss my mom around like that."Mrs. Lambert, grab a basin! Grandma needs the restroom!" Wanda's tone oozed fake authority.My mom's face said it all—disgust, frustration, and total defeat—but she still hurried to grab a basin from the bathroom.Kneeling down, she slid it under Grandma. After she cleaned up the mess, her hands got soaked in urine, but she just clenched her jaw and powered through, disposing of it as carefully as she could.And Wanda? She stood there like it had nothing to do with her."Grandma's probably hungry now. Feed her!" Wanda ordered, shoving a bowl of food into my mom's hands like she was the help.With no way out, my mom sat there, spooning little bites of food, gently feeding Grandma to keep her from choking. For a split second, it seemed like Grandma recognized her. She spat, sending half-chewed food splattering across my mom's face.That's when I walked in. The sight made my blood boil. Without thinking, I
My mom froze, wide-eyed, before rushing over to yank me and Wanda apart."You okay, Shaun?" she asked, her voice all mom-mode concern.That little bit of care? It lit Wanda up like a firecracker. Hair a mess, face redder than a stop sign, she stumbled to her feet."I'm reporting you to the school for hitting a girl!" she screeched. "It's just a dog! Why are you acting like the world's ending? Ugh, rich people are so cheap!"I shot her a glare. "If anything happens to my mom's dog, you'll regret it. And Emma? She'll get her full pay—plus compensation. Count on it."The anger bubbling inside me drowned out everything else as I stared at her, fully exposed for the snake she was. But, of course, Wanda couldn't resist thinking she still had the upper hand. Like we'd never actually cut her off—because, what, social niceties?But her smug act cracked, and just like that, she switched gears."Mrs. Lambert!" she wailed, big fake tears rolling down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry! I wasn't thin
I let out a cold laugh. One sentence, and suddenly I was the villain. Ridiculous. I'd never even touched her. Without another word, I turned and walked off.But of course, Wanda couldn't leave it there. Before long, my advisor, Miss Jent, called me to her office. Wanda was already there, crying."She told me you two had a dispute over money," Miss Jent said, her voice neutral.If Wanda wanted to take this further, fine by me. I'd help her dig her own grave."Miss Jent," I said, my tone calm and even, "I was actually about to bring something up with you. Wanda's from a tough financial background, so I thought we could help her find a part-time job. Maybe in the cafeteria or as a janitor—something to help her earn her way."Wanda's jaw dropped. She froze, eyes wide, like she couldn't process what I'd just said.Yeah, she clearly wasn't ready for anything resembling actual effort."I-I never said I needed a part-time job!" she sputtered.I tilted my head, playing dumb. "Oh? You do