It used to be that she was the one barking orders at me, and I never dared to utter a harsh word to her.
I had always put Monica first in my life.
Now, reflecting on it, I couldn't help but feel the urge to slap my past self.
While others might be hopeless romantics, I had been utterly Monica-brained.
"Jean Spencer! How dare you do this to me? Don't you forget, I've got dirt on you!"
I furrowed my brow. "Like what? Why am I unaware?"
Monica seemed to gain a sudden sense of triumph. "You've had several boyfriends and even lived with them. If I spread the word, do you think you'll be able to get married in the future?"
I was at a loss for words, again.
Weren't we living in the 21st century?
What century did she time-travel from?
"In any case, you'd better stay away from Liam and transfer this house to me, or I'll expose your past to your company and the Internet, and we'll see how you handle that!"
Monica strutted away like a victorious rooster. She left the house to chase after Liam.
I let out a sigh and cursed my bad luck. Then I contacted the real estate company to put the house up for sale.
I couldn't live here anymore. They'd just keep making trouble.