The Stand-In Who Burned the Script novel Chapter 4

They were both pathetic hypocrites.

Vivian let out a cold laugh. "Since they're a gift for you, keep them. In fact, you should take them to your grave when you die."-

She never held back her punches. Amara and Jonah both visibly stiffened, but thankfully, the sales associate intervened to smooth things over, preventing the atmosphere from turning entirely toxic.

Shortly after, a few other wealthy socialites entered the store. Seeing that Amara had actually managed to secure the limited-edition house-shaped bags, they were practically burning with envy.

When they heard it was a gift from a mysterious 'Mr. Granger', they scrambled over each other to add Amara on iMessage.

Amara had never been the center of attention like this before. She beamed gracefully, offering humble replies while practically vibrating with smug satisfaction.

And Jonah...

His eyes never left her, a fond smile gracing his handsome features.

Vivian kept repeating to herself that none of it mattered, that the past three years with Jonah were just a total write-off.

Yet, a heavy knot of resentment remained tangled in her chest, desperately trying to claw its way out.

She took two deep breaths and turned to leave.

Perhaps she walked a bit too fast, because a sharp, stabbing pain shot up through her injured leg.

Vivian slowed her pace, her emotions churning like a stormy sea.

The only reason she had hired a private doctor in the first place was because her leg would intermittently flare up in pain, and professional massages were the only thing that provided relief.

Now, she could barely walk, and Jonah—her supposed boyfriend and doctor—was off playing sugar daddy to another woman over designer bags.

He hadn't even noticed she was gone.

Was there anything more tragically ironic in the world?

Vivian gave a bitter smile. The pain was becoming unbearable. Her ankle buckled slightly, causing her to bump into a passerby. She immediately apologized, "I'm so sorry..."

"What do you mean, sorry? Are you blind? My mother is old—can you take responsibility if you hurt her?"

"Exactly! How can a young woman be so poorly raised? Do you own the street? Watch where you're going!"

"You wealthy locals think you own everything? Help! Look at this rich snob bullying us out-of-towners!"

An entire family aggressively surrounded Vivian.

Her temples pounded wildly, completely unable to get a word in edgewise.

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