She didn't have the energy to reply now, but she was worried the message might be from a business partner.

[Yes.]

[I'm Wendy. Mia toldyou've been hounding Fitch.]

Zoey didn't know who Wendy was, but from what Fitch had said that night, she surmised this had to be the woman destined to

unite with him in matrimony.

Her fingers quivered, overwhelmed by an intimidating surge of feelings.

[I don't care what's happened between you and Fitch, but I'm the one who will be marrying into the Haskins family. Our parents are

already discussing our wedding. If you have any shame, I hope you'll stay away from him. You two are from different worlds.]

Ever since meeting Fitch, she had been continuously reminded that they hailed from different worlds.

Reluctant to accept this truth, the reality of confronting his official partner now submerged her in shame.

She didn't dare to respond and instead, opened Wendy's Facebook.

Wendy's Facebook mirrored that of typical high-society girls: a collection of study abroad photos, peppered with images of lavish

hotels, designer bags, and other unmistakably luxurious snaps.

Perhaps it wasn't a deliberate showboating; this might simply be her everyday reality.

There were even photos and videos of Wendy at Harvard, participating in competitions with international classmates.

Zoey scrolled through the feed as if she was addicted, careful not to leave any trace of her visit.

in half an hour of compulsive scrolling, she paused on

was when she had

failed catastrophically, and Murray was

scrambling to gather

was about gratitude: Thank you for givingthe confidence to live in a castle. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh

of square meters. The displayed opulence in the video likely captured

of its true grandeur.

to a sewer rat masochistically peering into someone else's sunlit, blissful

attempt

her car, avoiding Wendy's profile

that moment, Zoey

blind, how could he ever choose her

wasn't even worthy of carrying Wendy's

of the heart, she realized this only

place, she wearily

called at that moment,

fine. I've made it home. You

her to

the ceiling, forcing

"Don't worry, I will."

Meanwhile.

returned to the lounge, Tyler was still waiting for him, glancing

did you

retrieved a glass of whiskey, downing the majority

each other. Sure, she

anyone makes no difference

Fitch stared into his glass, lost in

didn't try to persuade him. Among their circle, who really

might not even be real love; perhaps it was just a

now was

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