fake do–gooder.”
Samantha explained, “Didn’t Claire donate
500,000 to an orphanage recently? The
director even came to the company to thank
her.”
“We all thought she was such a kind person.
But then Tiffany had her baby.”
“As you know, Tiffany is young and
inexperienced, so she asked Claire for help.
But Claire not only refused but also called
Tiffany’s baby ugly!”
The colleagues‘ eyes widened, one
exclaiming, “No way! Claire really said that?
How can she judge someone’s appearance
like that?!”
Samantha sneered, “Exactly! She pretended.
to be so close to Tiffany, so kind. Turns out…
years of friendship went down the drain!”
I walked calmly to Samantha. “Does it taste
good?”
Samantha was taken aback. “What?”
“Years of friendship, fed to you, does it taste
good?”
“Oh, sorry, Samantha, comparing you to a
dog insults dogs.”
Samantha exploded, pointing at me, “Claire,
who do you think you are? You pretended to
be so close to me and Tiffany, but when
things get tough, you show your true colors.
You’re so fake and disgusting!”
Fake?
Tiffany and Samantha and I had known each
L
other for years. After college, I even
recommended them for jobs at my company.
I treated them generously, showering them
with expensive skincare, makeup, clothes, and
bags.
Samantha married early, and cried to me
about her parents‘ favoritism towards sons,
and lack of dowry. She worried about being
looked down upon by her in–laws, so I bought
her a car outright.
They would send me links to whatever they
wanted, and I’d pay for it.
I was an idiot, acting like an ATM machine for
them, only to end up dead.
Samantha’s chest heaved with rage,
attracting the attention of other colleagues.
“Claire is a fake do–gooder! She made a big
deal about the orphanage director’s visit,
even getting it on the local news. But in
reality, she’s a mean, nasty person!”
“She pretended to be so close to Tiffany, but
as soon as Tiffany gave birth, she upset her
so much that she was bedridden!”
“My poor Tiffany is worried about the coming
cold weather and asked me to remind Claire
to dress warmly!”
I did donate to the orphanage, anonymously,
but Samantha found out by going through my
phone.
I asked her to keep it quiet, but it spread
throughout the office the next day, and the
orphanage director unexpectedly showed up
at my company.
From that day on, Samantha called me “Claire
the saint” all day long.
Now, my colleagues were joining in, criticizing
- me.
“Claire, that wasn’t right. You shouldn’t call
someone’s baby ugly.”
“You’re colleagues, and you and Tiffany were
best friends. You should have helped her after
she gave birth.”
Before I could respond, Samantha’s phone
rang. It was her mother–in–law.
She answered, a furious older woman’s voice
booming through the speaker.
“Samantha, are you trying to kill me?! You
have a friend named Tiffany who brought an
ugly baby to my house to have her
postpartum care?!”
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“Wh–what?!” Samantha’s jaw dropped.
“Get your ass back here!”
Samantha’s position in her husband’s family
was never secure. Her mother–in–law’s word
was law. The moment she hung up, she
grabbed her bag and rushed home.
Our sales team is always out on the road. A
nosy coworker blurted out, “I’m going out on
a sales call!” And followed Samantha to her
house.
At Samantha’s doorstep, we saw Tiffany
holding Rory. Only days postpartum, she was
still pale.
Samantha’s mother–in–law spotted her and
unleashed a torrent of abuse. “Is that your
friend? Get her out of here! What the hell is
that thing she’s holding? It’s terrifying!”
Tiffany’s eyes were red, her face crumpled
with grievance. “Auntie, you’re being too
harsh! This is my daughter, Rory. She might
not be the prettiest, but since Samantha and I
are such good friends, I decided to stay at
your place for a while.”
I’d seen Tiffany’s shameless side before. A
smirk played on my lips.
Samantha’s mother–in–law was shocked.
“What do you mean? Are you expecting us to
く
thank you or something?!”
Tiffany waved her hands dismissively, her
voice sugary sweet. “Oh no, you’re too kind,
Auntie! I’ll treat this place like my own home.
No need to be formal.”
Tiffany’s words made me burst out laughing. Samantha’s mother–in–law’s face was beyond
mortified. Seeing Tiffany about to enter with
the baby, she blocked the door, glaring at
Samantha.
“You worthless piece of trash, what are you
standing there for? Get her out of here!”
I crossed my arms, mimicking Samantha’s
previous tone. “Samantha, you and Tiffany are
so close. She’s in trouble; you wouldn’t be so
heartless as to ignore her, would you?”
All the coworkers were watching.
Samantha shot me a hateful look, then turned
to her mother–in–law with a fawning
expression. “Mom, Tiffany’s situation is…
く
special. She’s weak after giving birth. We just
let her…”
