The Class Reunion Is the Start of My Revenge

At the birthday party of most beautiful girl in the class, everyone still thought of me as that poor, desperate fool from school.

Ethan Hunter, the one who had framed me back then, wrapped his arms around her and confidently declared, "Today is Sophie Smith's birthday and also our engagement day. Next month, once Sophie completes her dual master's and doctorate degrees, we will hold our wedding. Enjoy the food and drinks!"

I could only smile faintly; he probably had no idea that in just two weeks, the Hunter family would be going bankrupt.

***

As usual, I started my day with a morning run. After jogging three kilometers, I was about to get into the Maybach that came to pick me up for work when my phone rang.

"Hey, this is James. We're having a class reunion at the Royal Hotel on Saturday. Ethan booked a luxury suite for it."

I frowned slightly. James was my college roommate and one of the few classmates I still kept in touch with.

"I'm not going," I replied nonchalantly. I knew Ethan well; his father was wealthy, and every so-called reunion was just an opportunity for him to show off.

"Sophie is back; she's coming too. It seems she's here to celebrate her birthday."

Before James could finish his sentence, I quickly responded, "Okay, I'll go on Saturday."

After hanging up, a cold glint flashed in my eyes; I knew it was time for revenge!

My mother had been seriously ill and passed away when I was in elementary school. My father raised me alone through thick and thin.

I managed to get into a prestigious university through hard work, bringing pride to my father.

College life had been relatively good; thanks to my excellent grades, I rarely troubled my father. The scholarships covered my tuition and left me with extra money to send home.

But then I met her!

I thought she was the light of my life, only to find out she pushed me into darkness.

Because of her betrayal, I was expelled from school, and my father couldn't bear the village gossip; he fell ill and died a month later.

Before he passed away, he kept asking if I had done it!