Chapter 2
The next day, photos surfaced of Garrett and
Bailey shopping in a foreign country.
Bailey clutched a mountain of luxury shopping
bags, smiling radiantly.
Garrett stood beside her, looking perfectly
content.
One photo showed them kissing.
The person who took the pictures posted it
online with the caption: “High–fashion couple
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spotted abroad! So cute!”
It quickly went viral.
“OMG, is that Bailey? And the guy…is that
Garrett?!”
“Someone’s definitely seething right now.” “Haha, power and money don’t mean
anything. Mr. Garrett still chose our Bailey! Miss Lin is just a fiancée in name only.”
Everyone gushed about how perfect they
looked together.
People started digging up old posts from our
college days.
“Holy crap, this Lin Raina seems to have
bullied Bailey back in college.”
Seeing the screenshot, I vaguely remembered.
Bailey hadn’t done her work, and I didn’t
nominate her for the department’s “Employee
of the Year” award.
She cried in my office, begging for the award.
“Please, I really need this,” she sobbed. “I
need it for a scholarship.”
She conveniently left out her slacking.
Garrett happened to be there.
“Raina, there are plenty of awards. Why don’t
you give it to Bailey?”
I refused. “It’s unfair to those who worked
hard.”
He disagreed. “Others may not need it, but Bailey needs this scholarship.”
I wouldn’t budge.
“She should have worked harder. There are
tons of other opportunities for scholarship.
For the first time, he snapped at me, calling
me heartless.
He then added Bailey’s name to his own
project.
Bailey got the scholarship.
Now, this was being twisted.
“She blocked Bailey from getting the award
because Bailey was close to Garrett. Lin
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Raina is seriously messed up.‘
“Bailey was a low–income student. If it
weren’t for Garrett, she wouldn’t have been.
able to pay her tuition.”
The unearthed incident enraged Garrett’s
fans.
They cyberbullied me relentlessly, finding all
my social media accounts.
Even my pet videos were flooded with hate.
“That cat is cursed to be with you.
“”
“Even the cat doesn’t deserve this spoiled
brat.”
The DMs were even worse. Someone even
sent a photo of my family.
“The whole family deserves to burn in hell.”
Days of relentless cyberbullying sent me into
a high fever.
My head was pounding. I kept calling Garrett.
Feverish and aching, I called him again and
again, but he never answered.
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The hateful comments swirled in my mind,
and regret washed over me.
Why did I agree to that engagement?
Why did I ever like a guy like Garrett? I kept calling, ready to break off the engagement the moment he answered.
He never did.
In a haze, I accidentally dialed the wrong
number.
“Why are you calling me?”
A cool male voice answered.
