Chapter 1

After my boyfriend - Mike Pear broke up with me so abruptly, I was devastated. Locking myself in my room, I refused to come out for days.

Fearing something might happen to me, my father insisted that I attend the engagement party of the chauffeur's daughter.

When I arrived at the venue, I froze in place.

The groom's name was exactly the same as my ex-boyfriend's—Mike!

"Could it just be a coincidence?" I speculated privately.

After all, Mike had claimed he was going to marry a wealthy heiress. Today's bride, however, was the chauffeur's daughter.

Every time I thought about that breakup reason, I couldn't help but feel Mike was utterly ridiculous.

Because I am, in fact, a bona fide heiress.

To protect his fragile ego, I'd chosen not to reveal my true identity to him.

"What are you doing here?"

A familiar voice interrupted my thoughts.

Startled, I looked up to see the face that had haunted my dreams.

My eyes quivered as I stammered, overwhelmed by mixed emotions:

"M-Mike..."

The warmth in Mike's expression vanished instantly. With a look of disdain, he scorned, "Don't call me that so intimately. It makes me sick. You're like a piece of gum I can't scrape off—completely disgusting!"

His cruel words made my face pale, and my body began to tremble uncontrollably.

In just a few days, he had transformed into someone unrecognizable.

Mike used to be so gentle, patient, and considerate. He'd never uttered words that could hurt me.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing back my tears.

"I'm here for the engagement party. It has nothing to do with you. Don't flatter yourself."

"Engagement party? What a joke. Couldn't you come up with a better excuse?" Mike sneered. "You obviously found out I'm getting married and came here to cause trouble. Leave before I lose my temper!"

His words stunned me.

"You're getting married? But didn't you say you were going to marry a wealthy heiress?"

Mike puffed out his chest, beaming with pride.

"That's right. I'm marrying a rich heiress—someone who's in a completely different league from you."

He lifted his wrist, showing off a gleaming gold watch.

"Do you know what this is? One of the world's top ten luxury watches. It's worth millions! Tiffany gave it to me as a token of love the second day after we met. You could never afford something like this in your entire life."

Mike flaunted the watch arrogantly.

One glance was enough for me to recognize it as a cheap knockoff worth at most a few thousand dollars.

I hesitated for a moment before asking, "Are you the groom today?"

Mike furrowed his brows. "Stop pretending. Of course, you knew I was the groom. That's why you came here to stir up trouble. Don't think about trying to reconcile with me—you're dreaming."

At that moment, everything clicked into place.

The groom's name wasn't a coincidence.

Mike, my ex-boyfriend, was indeed the one getting married today.

And the bride was the chauffeur's daughter, Tiffany Briggite.

Realizing this truth, I couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh.

I laughed at Mike's stupidity. I laughed at my poor judgment.

He dumped a genuine heiress like me to marry a chauffeur's daughter, dreaming of "marrying into wealth."

And I nearly gave my heart to such a shallow and materialistic man.

Perhaps fate was showing me mercy—allowing me to see his true colors in time to avoid a lifetime of regret.

Mike frowned, irritated. "What are you laughing at?"

I replied coldly, "I'm laughing at how utterly foolish you are."

"You dare insult me?" Mike roared, raising his hand as if to strike me.

But perhaps aware of the crowd around us, he stopped himself at the last moment.

Straightening his tie, he scoffed, "I get it. You found out about Tiffany's status and felt so inferior that you lost your mind. Now you're spouting nonsense, thinking I'll fall for it. How pathetic."

I couldn't believe I once thought Mike was charming.

Love really does blind people.

Seeing my silence, Mike doubled down, boasting:

"Tiffany graduated from the Royal Academy in England, a top-tier scholar you could never compare to. And today's engagement party is being held at her family's hotel!"

Chapter 2

"Some people are just born with nothing. You'll never have it no matter how much you envy others."

I'd never met Tiffany in person.

But I did know that my father's chauffeur, Jackson, had sent her abroad to study from a young age. He'd poured all his resources into her education, sparing no expense.

However, there was one thing Mike had gotten wrong.

This hotel didn't belong to Tiffany's family.

It was mine.

My father had sponsored the event as a gesture of gratitude for Jackson's decades of loyal service to our family.

"Mike, who are you talking to?"

At that moment, a heavily made-up woman approached us.

When she saw me, her brows furrowed slightly, her face full of hostility.

"Who is this woman? Didn't you promise me before? That you'd never have contact with any other woman again, that you'd love me and only me for the rest of your life?"

Mike's face froze. He hurriedly explained, "Tiffany, don't misunderstand. This woman is my ex-girlfriend. I broke up with her a long time ago. She's the shameless one who keeps pestering me!"

"Tiffany, I'm..."

I had just opened my mouth to introduce myself when Tiffany slapped me hard across the face.

Her slap landed squarely, stinging my cheek as she snarled, "Who do you think you are, calling me by my name and harassing my fiancé?!"

I hadn't expected Tiffany to lash out so suddenly. Stunned, I froze in place, covering my face, momentarily at a loss for words.

Mike, instead of stopping her, smirked and sneered at me.

"I told you to get lost. Tiffany has a bad temper, but you stayed here asking for trouble. You deserve it!"

Tiffany lit a cigarette, holding it elegantly between her fingers.

Mike, like a dog eager to please, pulled out a lighter and offered it to her. "Tiffany, let me light it for you."

Watching this scene, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of despair.

Once, I treated Mike like a treasure, carefully cherishing him, afraid even the smallest thing might upset him.

Now, here he was, groveling like a dog to serve another woman.

What a cruel irony.

Tiffany took a drag from her cigarette, then blew the smoke right in my face.

The pungent scent made me cough violently.

Tiffany, exhaling lazily, turned to Mike and said, "Since your ex-girlfriend is already here, why don't you publicly sever ties with her in front of everyone? Then I'll let it slide this time."

Her intention was crystal clear—she wanted to use this moment to publicly humiliate me.

Before I could react, Mike nodded without hesitation. "Alright!"

He grabbed the microphone from the nearby table and announced loudly, "Everyone, please look over here. I'd like to introduce someone to you!"

All eyes in the room turned toward us, filled with confusion and curiosity.

Mike pointed at me, his lips curling into a cold smirk.

"This woman is my ex-girlfriend. While we were together, she had the audacity to cheat on me behind my back. She's absolutely shameless."

"Now that she's heard I'm getting engaged, she's shown up here to cause trouble, trying to get me to take her back. Isn't that pathetic?"

"Well, let me make it clear right now in front of everyone: I, Mike, will only ever marry Tiffany. I will only ever love Tiffany. As for you, you shameless piece of trash—give up already!"

To please Tiffany, Mike didn't hesitate to fabricate lies, slandering me in front of everyone.

The atmosphere at the engagement party instantly shifted.

Guests began glaring at me with contempt and disgust, whispering to one another.

"How could a woman be this shameless? She cheated on him, and now she's still pestering him? Absolutely disgraceful."

"Some people are just born with a twisted personality. They can't stand seeing others happy when their own life is in shambles."

"If this were the old days, someone like her would've been thrown into the river with a pig cage."

The cruel remarks stabbed at me like knives. Panic surged through me, my face pale as I shook my head in desperation.

"No... that's not true... I didn't cheat on him... He's lying... Please don't believe him..."

But my protests were drowned out by the noisy crowd. No one wanted to hear my side of the story. All I received were glares filled with suspicion and malice.

Chapter 3

"Shameless whore! Disgusting!"

One of Tiffany's bridesmaids marched up to me, grabbing a glass of wine and throwing it in my face.

Seeing this, her other bridesmaids followed suit.

Within seconds, I was drenched from head to toe. My hair clung to my scalp, wet and sticky from the wine, dripping steadily onto the floor.

I had never been so humiliated.

Mike, watching my misery, didn't even flinch. Instead, he grinned obsequiously at Tiffany, eager for her approval.

"Tiffany, were you satisfied with my performance just now?"

Tiffany leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Love you, babe. Mwah!"

Then she turned her disdainful gaze back to me. "Why are you still standing here? Don't tell me you expect to be invited to my engagement banquet?"

Suddenly, as if something had occurred to her, Tiffany pulled out a wad of cash and flung it at my face.

"You've been pestering Mike for money, haven't you? Here's some cash for you, a little reward. Now get lost! If you dare bother Mike again, I won't be so nice next time."

I wiped the wine off my face and glared at Tiffany with fury. As for the scattered cash on the floor, I didn't even glance at it.

Jackson, a simple and honest man, had raised such an arrogant and unreasonable daughter.

Tiffany sneered, "What's wrong? Do you think it's not enough? Well, guess what? That's all trash like you is worth."

I chuckled bitterly. "Does your father know how generously you throw money around?"

Jackson's monthly salary was only about twenty thousand, and yet Tiffany was tossing away half of it like it was nothing.

I wondered what Jackson would think if he saw this.

Tiffany's smile faltered, a flicker of panic flashing in her eyes. "This is pocket change—barely enough for a meal. Why would I care?"

I glanced between Mike and Tiffany and sneered. "A lie repeated enough times even fools the liar. You, Tiffany, are nothing more than a fake princess."

My words sent a ripple of shock through the crowd.

People stared at us, dumbfounded, unsure of what to believe.

"She's crazy. She's completely lost it, making up nonsense and even questioning Tiffany's background."

"Haha, I've known Tiffany for years. I can guarantee she's the real deal."

"She's been studying at the Royal Academy in England since she was a kid. You can't even get into a school like that without money or connections."

The crowd quickly recovered and began mocking me again.

After all, most of the people here were Tiffany's friends.

They only knew the version of her that Tiffany carefully portrayed—a wealthy heiress who had studied abroad at the prestigious Royal Academy in England.

But I knew the truth.

Tiffany's enrollment at the Royal Academy was thanks entirely to my father's help.

He had written a glowing recommendation to the academy's head, taking pity on Jackson, who had been struggling to raise Tiffany on his own.

I couldn't help but feel a wave of sorrow.

Jackson had spent years scrimping and saving, working tirelessly from dawn to dusk. Despite his hefty salary, he never bought anything for himself.

Most of his earnings had gone toward supporting Tiffany's education, hoping she'd succeed and change her destiny.

Instead, she had become a vain, materialistic parasite.

Encouraged by the crowd, Tiffany quickly shook off her momentary unease and glared at me.

"You little tramp. You just don't know when to quit. I'll teach you a lesson today."

With that, Tiffany raised her hand to slap me again.

But this time, I dodged effortlessly and slapped her back instead.

"This slap," I said coldly, "is from your father, to teach you a lesson."

Everyone was stunned.

No one could believe that I had the audacity to slap Tiffany.

"Is she out of her mind? How dare she hit Tiffany?"

"This hotel belongs to Tiffany's family! Tiffany definitely won't let her get away with this."

"There was a girl back when Tiffany was studying abroad who crossed her.

Tiffany had people humiliate her, uploaded the videos online, and in the end, that girl slit her wrists and killed herself."

Some people shot me malicious glances, as if they were already imagining my tragic fate.

Tiffany was furious, her eyes wide and bloodshot. "Mike, what are you still standing there for? Beat this bitch to death for me!"