“No way! I need my savings for clothes and
bags.”
“I don’t even buy any! Then get out of my
house!”
“Samantha, you can’t do this to me. We’re
such good friends! You can’t ignore me! If
you suddenly kick me out, what will the
colleagues say?”
Samantha was furious, her chest heaving.
Tiffany continued, “Samantha, go to work. I’ll
go home with Rory. Oh, I want cherries. Buy
some for me when you get off work.”
Tiffany left, leaving Samantha fuming. I saw
her take out her phone.
“Tiffany’s mom? It’s Samantha, Tiffany’s
friend. I need to tell you something. Tiffany
had a baby…”
I thought Samantha would continue to
support Tiffany, but she was more clever than
I thought.
But I didn’t expect this to involve me again.
A middle–aged couple appeared at the office
entrance. Recognizing their resemblance to
Tiffany, I knew who they were.
A bad feeling washed over me. I tightened my
grip on my phone. They were looking for me.
“You’re Claire, right?”
Tiffany’s father approached, his brow
furrowed.
I took a step back cautiously. “What’s the
matter?”
“You bitch! Did you ruin my daughter’s life,
causing her to get pregnant and have a
baby?!”
Before I could react, he slapped me hard
across the face.
I stumbled, twisting my ankle and hitting my
arm on a chair, wincing in pain.
Tiffany’s mother lunged at me, slapping me
repeatedly, pulling my hair, yelling. “You
ruined my daughter’s life! I’ll get you!”
As she beat me, I saw Samantha, a gleeful
expression on her face. I glanced at the office
security cameras; I didn’t fight back.
The sudden attack stunned the coworkers,
who intervened, pulling Tiffany’s mother
away. She continued to scream that I was to
blame.
A coworker asked what happened, and
Samantha immediately stepped forward. “You
wouldn’t believe this! Apparently, Tiffany’s
pregnancy was Claire’s fault! She took Tiffany
out and caused it! If it weren’t for Claire,
Tiffany wouldn’t have a baby so young!”
The coworkers gasped.
“Really? Claire is that terrible?”
“I can’t believe Claire is like this!”
Tiffany’s parents kicked me a few times.
Samantha “helpfully” intervened. “Uncle and
Auntie, don’t be angry. We were just too kind,
we judged people wrongly.”
“I’m fine, but poor Tiffany… she had to suffer
so much… but now we need to find a
solution.”
Tiffany’s father seemed to calm down.
“You’re right, the damage is done. We need a
solution.”
“You little bitch, listen up! My daughter’s
been ruined by you! You’re responsible. First,
you’ll take the child and raise her. Second,
you’ll pay my daughter 500,000 in
compensation.”
Samantha agreed. “That’s not too much to
ask.”
Their coordinated performance made me
realize: they were trying to extort money from
me!
Tiffany’s pregnancy was entirely her fault.
She was naive, falling for an online romance
Г
after just a week, agreeing to meet him.
I warned her about the dangers of online
relationships, but she secretly met him anyway, and got pregnant. The guy vanished. I suggested calling the police, but Tiffany
stopped me, playing the martyr, saying she
wouldn’t pursue it. I suggested abortion, but
she said the baby was a life.
Now, they wanted to blame me?
No way.
I checked the time; the police should arrive
soon.
Sure enough, just as I thought, police officers
appeared at the door. Tiffany’s parents froze,
then yelled, “Who called the police?!”
I stood up. With the security cameras, they
were trapped.
Tiffany’s father shouted, “Officers, this bitch
ruined my daughter! I was just getting
revenge! I didn’t do anything!”
“You beat her up like that? The cameras are
right here, we’re not blind!”
Tiffany’s mother said quickly, “She ruined my
daughter first! She got my daughter
pregnant!”
I smiled coldly. “Officers, besides the assault,
I’m also reporting them for slander and
defamation!”
Thanks to Tiffany, she lived at my place for
so long in my past life. My house has security
cameras; I have video of me advising Tiffany
against meeting the online guy. The video
showed everything.
When I showed it, Tiffany’s parents turned
green. They panicked.
“Haha, Officers, we were joking! Joking! Just
playing around with this girl!”
Police: “… You think we’re idiots?”
Tiffany’s parents were taken to the station. I
refused to settle, and they ended up paying
my medical and psychological expenses and
spending a month in jail.
But it wasn’t over yet.
Tiffany and Samantha found me that
afternoon.
Tiffany’s eyes were red, looking like she’d
suffered a great injustice. “Claire, I’ve always
been accommodating, but aren’t you being a
little too much?!”
“My parents are old. It was just a joke, why
did you send them to jail?!”
I stood up. “Tiffany, if you have mental
problems, go see a psychiatrist, get a grip on
reality.”
“I don’t need you to tell me what I am.”
Tiffany closed her eyes. “But you hurt me so
much, I think our friendship is over.”
“Samantha, let’s go.”
They left slowly, as if waiting for me to beg
them to stay. This was Tiffany’s usual tactic.
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In my past life, when I didn’t satisfy her
needs, she’d use their friendship as a threat. I
was pathetic, always giving in.
