"So it really is Sophie’s husband’s car—no wonder it’s got such a crazy plate!"
"Looks like Claire’s definitely the other woman."
Sophie’s brows drew tight with rage, her voice sharp:
"No wonder you’ve never posted on social media all these years—you’ve been busy being a mistress."
Others chimed in, eyes full of contempt:
"Wow, I never would’ve guessed—Claire always looked so put-together, but she’s out here doing this."
"Seriously, I used to think she was the aloof top student in high school. I even wrote her a love letter. Now I just feel sick."
"Some people act all cold and pure, but underneath they’re as wild as they come—one glimpse of a rich man and their legs practically open on their own."
"And to drive the sugar daddy’s car here to provoke his wife? She just can’t stand Sophie marrying well and came to ruin the wedding."
Even our old homeroom teacher gave me a look of disgust.
"Claire Bennett, don’t you ever tell anyone you were my student. I never taught someone so morally bankrupt."
Their scolding drew more bystanders, many pointing and whispering. Some even lifted their phones to record me, one person spitting in my direction.