My Husband’s “Work Wife” Is Just a SISTER? Let Me Teach Her How Family Trees Work novel Chapter 41

Chapter 4

After the national competition, our entire class got a week-long break.

When I returned to Oakwood Preparatory Academy after the holiday, I noticed my classmates seemed to be avoiding me.

Their glances held unmistakable scorn.

Their whispers followed me everywhere.

“That’s Chloe Bennett from the senior class. Her boyfriend was dying and she refused to give blood, even tried to stop

someone else from helping. Thank God Ethan dumped her.”

“I heard she was the only one who didn’t donate. How can anyone be that selfish?”

“You can just tell by looking at her. Total drama-starter. Probably sleeps around, too.”

“No wonder he left her. Who’d want a girl like that?”

Their mocking voices reached me clearly. I tried to swallow my anger and ignore them.

But then a group of girls walked straight toward me. One shoved my shoulder. “You must be Chloe. You’ve got that

sneaky look about you. Spreading lies about Luna having AIDS? You’re the dirty one here, you pathetic bitch.”

The others joined in, pointing and jeering.

Only after they’d finished did Luna step out from behind them, wearing a pitiful expression.

“Chloe, they just… they hate seeing me get picked on. They didn’t mean to gang up on you. It’s just… what you did that

day? It was kind of… really awful.” She deliberately drew out the last words.

Her little show sent another murmur through the crowd.

I didn’t start this, but it had found me anyway.

I looked straight at Luna, right into her challenging glare, and kept my voice calm and clear. “First off, I’m the one who

ended things with Ethan. Not the other way around,”

“And second,” I said, glancing around at the others, “spreading lies is against the law. If any of you want to test that in

court, be my guest.”

The mockery vanished from their eyes. The hallway fell silent.

Seeing the crowd turn, Luna panicked. She rushed forward and tried to grab my hand. “Chloe, come on, we’re all

classmates here. There’s no need to…”

Slap!

The sharp sound cut her off. I pulled my arm free, my voice cold.

“Don’t ‘Chloe’ me. I’m not your friend.”

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