Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

The more one knew their enemy, the higher their chances of victory.

Just like Alyssa predicted Jameson's rash move against David, she also knew Betty would be brimming with pride right now.

While the rest of the Becketts reeled from Lauren's ordeal, Betty reveled in worldly pleasures. She barhopped and indulged in excessive drinking.

Fueled by alcohol, she even gossiped about her autistic sister with her unsavory friends. She exploited her family's pain for entertainment, releasing years of pent-up hatred.

Since Sophia's death, Betty had kept a low profile. She didn't dare to make any rash moves either. However, after joining forces with Zoe, a realization dawned on her—even without Sophia, she could still hold her own against those people. She could manipulate them as she pleased.

That night, chaos reigned in the private room. Betty was engaged in frenzied dancing with a charming male model, egged on by the surrounding crowd. Intoxicated by alcohol, she shamelessly struck various embarrassing poses with the man she barely knew.

the chaos, the male model dragged her into the washroom within the private room. A violent kiss escalated as he ripped at

her chest—her half-cup bra could be seen.

model, with practiced ease, used his tongue to slip a pill into her mouth. Before she could react,

shoved him away, her breath coming in

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unfocused gaze. He licked her earlobe and murmured, "It's not your first time trying

thoughts became hazy, but

of time passed. Everyone else had left the private room. The man pulled up his pants and pushed open the

single strand of drool escaped her slack jaw. But the worst part was her smile. Wide and vacant, it stretched across her face like a simpleton's

private room door. Disgust contorted his face, yet his posture remained controlled as he settled onto the couch, an air of elegance clinging