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“Not interested,” Rachel said flatly, her tone as cold as ice.
To Rachel, Tracy’s motives were painfully clear.
Tracy wasn’t one to give up easily. She flashed a soft smile. “Are you truly not interested, or are you just scared to guess? Afraid to face the truth?”
“Does it even matter?”
“Of course, it does. If I had to guess, you probably hate me right now. Maybe even hoping I get run over the second I walk out of here!”
“Oh? Sounds more like that’s what you’ve been hoping for. Wishing for my downfall every single day.”
Tracy had meant to provoke Rachel, but instead, Rachel flipped the script on her.
“Don’t get too full of yourself. Once Brian shows up, I’ll be the center of attention, and you? You’ll be nothing but a forgotten shadow.”
“That’s fine by me. I couldn’t care less.”
She had no interest in entertaining people who were all smiles on the surface but full of arrogance underneath. “You’re so stubborn. But deep down, I know the truth that you’re jealous. After all these years, Brian has never once acknowledged you in public. I bet that eats you up inside.”
Tracy always knew exactly where to twist the knife.
Once upon a time, that had been Rachel’s deepest wound. But now? She didn’t even want Brian, much less some meaningless gestures.
“And what of it?” Rachel sneered.
Tracy let out a mocking laugh. “Stop deluding yourself. Brian never liked you. If he did, he wouldn’t have kept you a secret.”
Every word Tracy said was the harsh truth.
And painful truths always cut the deepest.
Rachel had seen it coming and thought she could handle it, but hearing Tracy say it out loud still felt like a slap
to the face.
Tracy, growing bolder, sneered. “Rachel, you’ve only ever been a stand–in. If I sugarcoat it, that’s what I’d call you. You should at least know your place. Don’t forget where you stand.”
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Rachel’s face turned cold in an instant.
She stepped forward and grabbed Tracy by the collar, her voice sharp as ice. “Tracy, you’d better stay quiet for
a while. If you keep pushing me, I won’t think twice about exposing my relationship with Brian. And when that
happens, your little fairytale romance will turn into a scandal overnight. You’ll be nothing but the infamous ‘other woman‘–hated by everyone.”
Tracy let out a soft chuckle, utterly unbothered.
“Oh, Rachel… Do you really think anyone will believe you? They’ll just assume you’re bitter, making up stories
because you can’t stand seeing me with him.”
Rachel’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. “Oh? Is that so? Then what if Carol vouches for me? What if I show them our wedding rings and the invitations?”
Tracy’s smirk faltered. Her confidence began to crack, and as realization set in, her face darkened.
“I don’t scare that easily.”
Rachel met her gaze without a hint of hesitation. “If you’re so sure, then go ahead and call my bluff. I’ve got nothing to lose.”
With that, she turned on her heel, unwilling to waste another second on this conversation.
But Tracy wasn’t done. She reached out and grabbed Rachel’s wrist.
Rachel instinctively yanked her hand away, and in that split second, a sharp sound rang out–clear and shattering, like fragile glass hitting the floor.
She turned her head just in time to see the commotion unfold.
A waiter’s tray had tipped over, sending glassware crashing onto the floor, splintering into countless pieces.
And right in the middle of the mess was Tracy.
She had landed awkwardly, her once–elegant white gown now a mess. Her carefully styled hair was in disarray, strands falling over her face.
The shattered glass glimmered under the lights as it scattered around her, some shards even landing on her dress and skin.
But instead of crying, she put on a delicate, sorrowful look, playing the perfect damsel in distress.
Rachel could never compete with her in this game. Pretending to be fragile and innocent? Just the thought made her sick.
“Rachel, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have stopped you. I know you didn’t do it on purpose,” Tracy murmured, biting her lip, her eyes full of understanding.
Rachel said nothing and simply watched her little performance.
Then, someone in the crowd gasped, “She’s bleeding! Tracy is bleeding!”
All eyes instantly dropped to the floor.
Sharp shards of glass had pierced Tracy’s leg, and blood slowly trickled down, pooling onto the carpet in a
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pattern that almost looked like a blooming flower–strangely mesmerizing in its own way.
“I’m so sorry for ruining the carpet. Don’t worry, I’ll pay for the damages,” Tracy said softly.
Even while injured, she was worried about something as trivial as a carpet–only making the crowd adore her
more.
“Tracy, you’re hurt! Why are you even thinking about the carpet?”
“You’re so kind, as always! Rachel just attacked you in front of everyone, yet you’re still forgiving her?”
That one remark sent every pair of eyes in the room straight to Rachel.
