Chapter 4

Before they went home.

I packed a few simple toiletries and moved out.

The next day, after calming myself, I went to work.

First thing in the morning, my colleagues were all congratulating me on my engagement.

"Make sure you invite us to the wedding!"

"Stella, you and Liam are a perfect match. Your children are going to be beautiful!"

Suddenly hearing Liam's name, I trembled.

It was as if I was back in that frigid moonlit night.

My bones shattered, I lay on the ground like a dead dog, struggling with all my might but to no avail, only able to agonizingly feel life slowly drain away…

I never wanted to experience that desperate taste again!

Exhaling sharply, I was about to clarify my relationship with Liam.

But then, Tiffany darted out from the crowd, grabbed a computer from a nearby desk, and savagely hurled it at me.

"Stella, you'll stop at nothing to seduce Liam for your career! He's your sister's man!"

"Do you really have to completely ruin my life before you're satisfied?!"

Her shout created a huge stir.

My colleagues around me started whispering.

"Oh my god, what a bombshell!"

"I knew it! Stella, a woman, becoming manager so soon after graduation? She must have slept her way to the top. Tsk, tsk…"

"And they're sisters? Becoming a mistress to steal her sister's fiancé, how absolutely shameless, ugh!"

Shock, disdain, contempt…

Strange looks pierced me like needles.

I watched Tiffany's outburst calmly: "Are you done making a scene?"

"Stella, you've always targeted me, jealous that I'm more successful and happy than you."

Tiffany gave a tragic smile, her face stained with tears. "Before, I always tolerated you because you were younger, but you're really driving me crazy!"

"I… I'm pregnant. My baby needs a father, and he'll call you Auntie!"

"Stella, please give Liam back to me, okay?"

Undeniably, Tiffany was a master actress.

She cautiously cradled her belly, tears falling like a broken string of pearls, evoking sympathy from everyone.

Not to mention, the other protagonist soon appeared.

When Liam showed up, he froze.

He first guiltily avoided my gaze, then unhesitatingly rushed to Tiffany, his face filled with tenderness.

This "sincere display" further solidified my "disgrace."

The murmurs around us grew louder.

Ignoring them, I calmly dialed the police.

And also contacted a mental hospital.

Tiffany loved to use her "fits" to torment and humiliate me.

So, I'd send her back to where she belonged!