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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.

of compulsive scrolling, she

clearly—it was when she had fallen out

failed

to gather

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of square meters. The displayed opulence in the video

of its true grandeur.

rat masochistically peering into someone else's sunlit,

attempt a laugh, which cout more

car, avoiding Wendy's profile

Zoey was

was blind, how could he ever choose

worthy

inferior in matters of the heart, she realized this only

she

that

I've made it home.

just reminding her to keep

at the ceiling, forcing a

"Don't worry, I will."

Meanwhile.

returned to the lounge, Tyler was

did you

retrieved a glass of whiskey, downing the majority

know each other. Sure,

makes no difference

into his glass,

persuade him. Among their circle, who

real love; perhaps it was

now