I was moved by his sincerity and agreed to give dating a try.
But I never expected that in just a month, he would be sneaking around with Serena behind my back.
From a distance, I saw a crowd gathered at the campus gate. Even before I got close, I could hear the endless flattery.
"Zachary, this car is amazing! Must’ve cost a fortune!"
"Man, you’re so lucky, finding a girlfriend like Serena."
"So Serena's the real hidden rich girl, huh? That Sophia, who’s supposedly a kept woman, can’t even compare."
Just then, someone in the crowd noticed me, let out a snicker and the others turned to look, parting to make way for me.
Zachary froze when he saw me, then sneered and turned away, pulling Serena closer.
Serena raised an eyebrow, flashing a smug, triumphant smile.
"Sophia, why are you here? If I had known, I wouldn't have let Zachary be so flashy. Now that my identity’s out, I’m sure it hurts your pride, right?"
She giggled, covering her mouth like a typical mean girl.
I looked coldly at Zachary and pointed at Serena.
"Zachary, couldn't wait to line up your next option before we even broke up?"
Zachary lifted his chin arrogantly and looked at me with disdain.
"Sophia, since you’re here, let’s wrap this up and go our separate ways. Don’t hang around any longer. Everyone’s heard about your little scandal and honestly, just seeing you makes me sick."
My expression hardened as I looked at the couple’s affectionate display, feeling a wave of nausea.
"You’d better not regret this."
Serena chuckled lightly.
"Sophia, the one who should be regretting is you. See that car? It’s a global limited edition. Even if you spent your life as someone’s mistress, you couldn’t afford it."
The crowd joined in the mockery.
"Exactly, Sophia. Serena is the daughter of the Sinclair Family from our city. What do you have to compare with her?"
"Do you actually think that being a gold-digger and whispering sweet nothings will get someone to stand up for you?"
"I think she’s just envious."
The crowd taunted me, each person adding their voice to the chorus.
Meanwhile, Zachary, basking in the crowd’s envious gazes, embraced Serena and got into the car.
They drove off, leaving me behind.
I looked at the license plate and sneered.
The Sinclair Family’s daughter? Since when did my dad have another daughter?
Before I even had time to look into Zachary and Serena, I received a call from my advisor.