Chapter 6
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I waited outside the bar to walk Kyle home.
A soft, sugary voice came from behind me.
"Vivian?"
It was the female lead, Olivia Summers.
In the story, I'm the real heiress switched at birth, but my family only loved Olivia, the fake one.
So I did terrible things, got kicked out, ended badly.
Olivia ran over, linking her arm with mine.
"How come since you married Kyle, you've cut off contact? I miss you! Come inside and catch up?"
It was freezing outside.
Plus, I was hungry. So I went in with her.
The moment we entered the private room, Olivia's face lit up with a victor's smile.
She took digs at my poverty, mocked my ignorance, laughed at me mispronouncing words on the drinks menu.
During a drinking game where the loser had to share a secret, she sweetly took the microphone and announced to the room full of guys and girls.
"Well, you all have to promise not to tell. My sister, Vivian Summer, had so many boyfriends abroad. After she came back, she tried to sleep with my husband, but he took one look... down there... and vomited on the spot. It's just... so dark. Doesn't she wash? Haha, probably been with too many people."
"And Kyle... he really isn't picky..."
The room erupted in laughter.
Dozens of mocking eyes fixed on me. Someone whistled.
I slowly chewed the last cherry on my plate.
Grabbed the woman laughing hardest beside me and slapped her across the face.
Olivia's BFF? Laughing? You're a woman too, you think this is funny? SLAP!
The doctor who pumped my stomach? DOUBLE SLAP! I'll beat the crap out of you, you bitch! I knew you were trash, hanging out with Olivia.
This guy rushing over is one of Olivia's simps? A swift kick to the groin.!
I was the most notorious troublemaker in my hometown. You think you can fight me?
Spreading lies and filthy rumors...
How does she qualify as the female lead?
I taught all six people in that room a lesson.
Only Olivia stood alone, stumbling and falling over her own feet:
"Y-you... what are you doing? I'll call the cops!"
I fished waterproof lip gloss from her purse and wrote in bright red letters across her chest.
[My Fiancé Jason s Exclusive Clean Py]*
Didn't know how to spell the word.
Used the letter.
"You're clean. You're pure. Must feel great! Go show everyone!"
I pinched Olivia's chalk-white cheek and walked out.
Cherries are pretty filling.
Good workout.
Time to pick up Kyle.
I pulled out my phone to text him.
Stepped out of the bar, looked up.
Kyle's electric scooter was knocked over.
Jason Song stepped out of a Bentley, laughing, slapping Kyle's face with a wad of cash.
