Felicity's expression twisted into a scowl, her eyebrows knitting together in anger.
"No wonder you've been so quiet all these years. Turns out you've just been playing the side chick!"
The crowd turned their eyes to me, their expressions a mix of shock and disdain.
"I can't believe it! Megan looks so put together, yet she's been sneaking around as someone's mistress!"
"Right? I used to think she was this cool, aloof straight-A student. I even wrote her a love letter back in high school! Now it feels gross just thinking about it!"
"Some people act all innocent on the outside, but behind closed doors, they're a whole different story. The moment they see a wealthy guy, they're practically begging for attention!"
"Look at her flaunting the sugar daddy's car right in front of the real wife. She must be jealous of Felicity getting married and is trying to ruin the wedding!"
Even Amanda looked at me with contempt, her voice dripping with disdain.
"Megan, when you're out in public, please don't mention that you were my student. I never taught anyone with such a lack of morals!"
The crowd's chatter turned into a frenzy, drawing in onlookers who pointed fingers and whispered.