“Amelia’s life is truly charmed,” she muttered. "But so what if you’re born into wealth and excel academically? I’ll make sure you live the rest of your life wishing you were dead.”
As she finished speaking, the large screens in the banquet hall suddenly lit up with photos of me.
One after another, they displayed explicit images of me in bed with different men.
“Isn’t that the eldest miss of the Nicolas family? Wow, she really gets around. I guess the rumors were true—children without proper parents really don’t turn out well.”
“No wonder people said Amelia slept her way through university. It all makes sense now.”
"The Nicolas family is truly finished, resorting to having their daughter play mistress and social butterfly."
These mocking words and disdainful glances were all too familiar. In my previous life, I endured them twice.
Once at my wedding.
Henry openly fled the ceremony for Sandy, which caused my grandmother such grief that it ended her life. The scandal turned both me and the Nicolas family into a laughingstock in San Francisco.
The second time was at my funeral.