Chapter 3

As some old classmates greeted me, Charlotte finally noticed my arrival. A look of mockery washed over her face.

"Anthony, I knew you'd crawl back. I knew you’d regret it!"

"Let me tell you, if you don't buy me that new limited-edition Chanel bag, I am never forgiving you!"

I glanced at her coldly. "I'm not here for you. Donald invited me, so I decided to drop by."

Donald stood up, walking over to shake my hand with a wide, fake grin.

"Anthony, you finally made it! Charlotte and I were just talking about you."

I chuckled coldly. "Talking about what? How she couldn't forget you even after being with me for years? Or how you two got back together?"

"Or perhaps you were talking about how shameless you both are, screwing on my new bed and tearing her black stockings to shreds?"

The noisy room instantly fell dead silent.

Our classmates, who had been laughing and drinking, stopped and stared at each other in shock.

Donald's smile froze, his expression darkening.

"Anthony, I invited you here out of goodwill. What the hell are you talking about?!"

Charlotte stood up too, her voice screeching. "Anthony! Shut your mouth! Don't ruin this for everyone!"

"Apologize right now, or don't expect me to show up at the wedding in a few days. I'll make sure you become the joke of the town!"

A joke? I was already the joke.

Everyone in this room knew Charlotte had dated me after Donald left. They all knew we were supposed to get married in a few days.

Yet here she was, openly flirting with Donald in front of everyone.

Since she wanted to play dirty, I was going to rip off her mask completely.

I stared at Charlotte with an icy gaze until she began to look nervous.

She stammered, "Why... why are you looking at me like that?! You're the one being petty and making a scene!"

Seeing my silence, she assumed I was backing down, just like I always did.

She raised her voice, getting bolder.

"Apologize to Donald right now and buy me that Chanel bag. Maybe then I'll consider marrying you."

I laughed out of sheer anger. I had been so blind not to see how greedy and shameless she truly was.

She cheated on me, and she expected me to buy her a luxury bag to apologize?

Donald chimed in with a patronizing smirk.

"Anthony, don't be so dramatic. We're all old friends. Charlotte and I are just close."

"We were just having a few drinks earlier. We didn't do anything else. You're out of line for taking your anger out on her."

Looking at his punchable face, the rage I had been suppressing finally boiled over.

Before anyone could react, I lunged forward and threw a massive punch straight at his jaw!

I pinned him to the floor, raining blows down on his face.

By the time our classmates finally pulled me off him, his face was swollen like a balloon.

Charlotte’s eyes ran red with tears for Donald. She flew into a rage and lunged to slap my face.

I caught her wrist in mid-air, twisted it back, and shoved her away. She stumbled and fell hard onto the floor.

"That's it," I said, my voice cutting through the room like ice. "Ten years of dealing with your garbage, and now we are even."

"Remember this: I am the one dumping you. The wedding is off. Don't bother showing up."

"From now on, you're dead to me. You can 'test-drive' whoever you want!"

Charlotte clutched her bruised wrist on the floor, looking at me in absolute shock. She pointed a finger at me like a madwoman.