Yael glanced at Clarissa. Seeing that the woman was still keeping her cool, she chose not to interrupt.
The corner of Clarissa’s lips quirked up. “Since you’re still here too, you’re even more shameless than I am. Why can’t I be here then? Is D City yours? What right do you have to control my whereabouts?”
“Hmph! You’re indeed thick-skinned. How can you still hold your head up high when you’ve already been dumped? My goodness!”
“So what if he dumped me? At least I had been with him before.”
Clarissa didn’t bother to explain that she wasn’t the one who got dumped. They won’t believe it anyway, so I might as well just admit it. But I won’t give them a chance to feel smug about it.
As expected, a hint of jealousy flashed across Patricia’s face, and she unwittingly tightened her grip on her handbag while caressing it. In a split second, she recollected herself before her gaze fell on her handbag, and she stroked it carefully, feeling bad about scratching it.
Everyone could tell that the handbag was of utmost importance to her.
Helen’s eyes glinted with disdain. As a matter of fact, she wasn’t fond of her friend either.
But she liked the way Patricia brown-nosed her as it lifted her mood at times.
“Clarissa, she didn’t mean it. We all felt sorry for you. You and Mr. Tyson were a perfect match, yet you lost to Ms. Smallwood only because of her family background. What a pity! But I guess Mr. Tyson and you genuinely love each other. In fact, it doesn’t matter whether you marry him. You two can still be together as long as you love one another. Since you’re still here in D City, I’m sure things are going well between the two of you.”
She was trying to hint that Clarissa was Matthew’s mistress.
Those words were even more hurtful than saying that she was dumped.
Clarissa’s expression turned grim as she said curtly to Helen, “Don’t judge me with your own logic. I know you’re willing to be a mistress, but that doesn’t mean that I want to be one as well.”
“What are you talking about? A mistress? Helen is officially married.”
“Oh, really?”
Clarissa emphasized her words deliberately as though she was implying something.
Those who heard it would surely be able to read between the lines.
Helen was mad and embarrassed. ”Clarissa, don’t take your bitterness out on us. We’re just concerned about you, so there’s no need for you to be so sensitive. By the way, there’ll be a gathering with all our ex-classmates this Saturday. They texted you in the group, but you didn’t reply. So I’m letting you know now since I ran into you.”
“I’m not going.”
“Back then, at my wedding, everyone already knew about your relationship with Mr. Tyson. Therefore, it’s fine if you don’t feel comfortable attending it. It’s understandable that you’re in a foul mood now, so we won’t mind if you don’t come. By the way, the gathering will be at the same restaurant in the hotel. Alright, I should get going.”
Right away, Helen fled the scene with her friend, leaving a troubled Clarissa.
Looking at her sullen face, Yael furrowed her brows and asked in bewilderment, “Why do you even take their words to heart?”
However, Clarissa didn’t feel the same way. Yael is so carefree. She doesn’t give a damn about what others think.
She pursed her lips. “I know I shouldn’t mind, but I just can’t let it slide. Although I know my classmate was trying to provoke me, there’s no way I can remain unfazed.”
“Are their opinions that important?”
“It’s not important, but I still care.”
“So are you going to the gathering?”
Clarissa was in a dilemma. “I don’t know. I’ll see how it goes.”
“Okay.”
Yael didn’t comment further, knowing that the woman had already made up her mind.
Previously, Clarissa had forgotten all about Helen. She was reminded that the latter knew about her and Matthew only when she bumped into her.
This was exactly why I wanted to keep the relationship in the dark, but many already got to know about it. Now that it has come to an end, I bet they’re laughing at me behind my back.
When Clarissa reached home, she opened the group chat, of which she had muted the notifications. Scrolling through the chat, she saw that many classmates were chattering about the scandal involving Shermaine and Matthew. Some sympathized with her, but some thought that she brought this upon herself, so she had to face the consequences of living off a wealthy man.
This world has always been more judgmental toward women. I was in a normal relationship like everyone else. It’s just that coincidentally, Matthew is well-to-do. However, in the eyes of the outsiders, I was hooking up with a rich man. Despite the fact that I’m the one who initiated the breakup, everyone says that I deserve to get dumped. That’s exactly the last thing that I want to see. How could these highly educated classmates of mine be so narrow-minded?
To make matters worse, those who defended her in the group chat were even accused of having a crush on her.
Annoyed, she chucked her phone away. Though she kept telling herself not to care, the indignation in her heart was unbearable.
Browsing through an online shop, she checked out everything in her shopping cart to make herself feel better.
She then called Ellie and told her about today’s incident. Hearing that, the hot-tempered woman couldn’t hold back her rage.
“Why not? You have to be there. Ask Uncle Matt to tag along. How dare they gossip about you like that?”
Clarissa’s heart skipped a beat at her words. “We broke up.”
“What?” Ellie squealed. She saw Matthew pick Clarissa up the other day, so she thought they had reconciled.
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