"I met the new sister-in-law. She's lively and knows how to keep things light. Gray’s always smiling around her. Oh, and by the way, do you remember who Li’s first love was? Turns out the new sister-in-law is her sister—her real sister. What a coincidence," Harold's brother said with a smirk. The young woman beside him chimed in, "Men always fall for the same type, don’t they? So romantic."
"I heard Li’s first love died in a car accident. Quite the tragedy, really—something straight out of a sad movie. Makes people miss her," she continued. Then, turning to me, she added, "Sister-in-law, you really seem like the classic villain in those stories, the kind that doesn’t last more than a few episodes before they’re written off.”
I forced a chuckle, though the sting of her words lingered. Just then, I met Harold’s eyes—cold, distant, and unyielding.
"You seem to be in a good mood," he said, his voice low. "You don’t go home, but let yourself be ridiculed here? I’ve brought Ashley to the hotel; you can leave now."