I had met Sharon five years ago. She had a red birthmark on her left hand, and I remembered it clearly. At the time, she had pressed it in front of me just to provoke me.

"Harry says this birthmark is a sign that only beauties have. Freya, you should keep an eye on him. How can someone so slick be trusted?" she said.

I ignored her and just gave Harry a cold laugh. "She's your childhood friend?"

Harry quickly shook his head. "Just a friend."

I asked again, "A female friend?"

He understood. Not only did he send her away, but he also apologized to me. "I'm sorry, Freya. Back then, we all hung out together, and I didn't even realize she was a manipulative vixen. Now I know. I'll stay far away from her."

He kept his word. For five years, I never heard the name Sharon again, and I never saw her. He stayed faithful. I was the only woman in his life. He played the part so perfectly that I had not noticed a single flaw.

Last month, he had gone to my house with his parents to discuss our wedding. No matter how much they promised that they were only interested in me and not my family's money, Dad insisted that Harry sign a prenuptial agreement before agreeing to the marriage.

"Whether it is property before marriage or earnings after, everything belongs to each of you individually. No shared property. Sign it, and I can confidently marry Freya off to you," Dad said.

For a moment, Harry's smile faltered, but he quickly recovered and agreed.

He had spent seven years carefully setting a trap and playing his part, enduring everything. In the end, he got nothing.

That was why he had gone mad, colluded with his female friend to destroy me in the cruelest way ever, and driven my parents to desperation so he could claim everything he had coveted.

There was no way I was going to let him get away with it. A mudball should stay in the bottomless swamp where it belonged.

"Freya, tonight I want to introduce you to my childhood friends. You have no idea how jealous they are that I have you as my girlfriend," Harry said.

He held me close and then pretended to be worried. "By the way, do you remember Sharon?"

I stifled a cold laugh. "I remember. Is she coming too?"

Harry scratched his head awkwardly. "You know I don't really keep in touch with her. But we invited everyone we know. If we didn't invite her, people would gossip."

He hugged me and tried to coax me. "Don't be mad. I won't talk to her. Let's just treat her like she's not even there, okay?"

I felt disgusted. I pushed him away without expression and stared at him for two minutes, catching the tiniest flicker of guilt on his face. Acting against someone so skilled wasn't easy.

I pretended to be annoyed. "Fine, let her come. I can't embarrass you in front of your friends."

While he made calls to gather people, I secretly searched all the pockets and luggage. At last, I found a one-fluid-ounce bottle of drug tucked inside a shoe cover in his suitcase. One fluid ounce was enough to take down ten people.

I poured the drug into an empty cosmetic bottle, filled it with water, and returned it to its place.

Harry was in the yard speaking softly with his parents. I saw his mother cover her mouth as she laughed, telling him not to worry. She assured him that no matter what happened upstairs, they would be fast asleep and wouldn't hear a thing. Perfect. That put me at ease.

I took the tea from the luggage and brewed a pot in the old, yellowed teapot, preparing the finest tea for them.

Soon, nine people arrived. Sharon was the only female. They all acted without manners, grabbing cherries from the table without greeting. This was my first time dealing with these brats.

I raised an eyebrow and asked Harry, neatly dressed, "Are these all your old friends?"

Sharon felt insulted and lifted her chin. "We grew up playing together with Harry. You're an heiress from Syrinth, so it is normal to look down on people like us from the countryside."

A man named Ronald Mills glanced at me while holding a cigarette. "City women are all fake. Don't come crying and begging us later."

Several of them could barely hide their excitement, sizing me up as if I were standing naked before them. Their looks were raw and disgusting.

I looked at the empty plate of cherries and finally saw Harry for who he really was. A pile of rotten mud might cling to a wall for a while, but in the end, it still sank into the stinking sludge. He was rotten to the bone.

I turned cold eyes on Harry. "What do your friends mean by that? I actually wanted to treat them well. I made gold Earl Grey tea that costs 20 thousand dollars per pound. Who is looking down on whom now? Since they all look down on me, I'm leaving. Don't let me block your view."

I grabbed my bag and headed for the bedroom. Harry rushed to stop me and said, "Freya, don't listen to them. People from the countryside are harsh with words. They're not targeting you."

He turned to Sharon and said, "Hurry and pour tea for Freya to apologize. If you don't calm her down, no one's going to have a good time!"

Sharon pouted and poured tea for everyone. She reluctantly said, "Sorry, Freya. We're always blunt. I'll drink mine first."

After all nine of them drank, I handed the teapot to Harry. "I don't drink tea. You have it."

I picked up the empty teapot and pointed at the whiskey on the table. "You guys go ahead. I'm going to wash this."

Harry asked with a smile, "You're not mad anymore, right?"

I punched his chest and took their cups in my hand. "Fine, I'll wash the teapot and then get some snacks for you."

Sharon hurriedly stopped me. "Freya, you haven't had any tea. Can't you at least drink water?"

She didn't realize I could see the drug bottle at my feet. I smiled, picked it up, and drank it. Once they were relaxed, I headed downstairs.

Sharon laughed arrogantly. "Everyone, let's try something new. Harry won't mind."

I walked into the kitchen expressionless, set down the teapot, and immediately climbed out of a window.

The drug would take effect in ten minutes. The GoPro I had hidden in the corner would automatically send me footage of the chaos inside. I couldn't wait to watch them reap what they had sown.

I exchanged contacts with SmallTownGirl, and she was already waiting for me at the edge of the village.

For safety, we stayed on the phone the whole time until I finally got in the car. Only then did she breathe out in relief.

Her name was Rebecca Chapman. She looked quiet and delicate, but she was anything but.

She said, "I'm telling you, if I hadn't been worried about blowing your cover, I would've rushed in that day and beat the crap out of those two trash bags.

"Two absolute idiots. Their brains must've fallen into a toilet and soaked in it to come up with something that low. I can't stand gold-digging, social-climbing losers. They act civilized, but you can always smell the rot underneath.

"He's a delusional, greedy loser who doesn't know his place. Hopefully, life catches up to him, and he ends up dealing with the mess he deserves."

Her words were crude, sure, but she wasn't wrong.

I couldn't help laughing, and Rebecca immediately caught herself and stopped.

"Sorry. I got carried away."

I replied, "It's fine. Honestly… it was satisfying to hear."

She shot me an awkward smile, then asked, "So what's your plan now?"

My chest tightened. I leaned back in the seat, trying to breathe evenly.

"I'll get a hotel for the night. Tomorrow, I'm bringing people to his place to blow this wide open and ruin their reputations."

Rebecca slapped the steering wheel. "Say no more. I'll call my friends. We'll go with you."

She dropped me off at the hotel and said she would pick me up in the morning.

After a shower, I lay in bed and put on something explicit.

In the living room, six bottles of strong liquor were already empty, and the bottles were scattered all over the floor.

Harry was nowhere to be seen. He must have gone out looking for me.

It all started when Sharon got overheated and stripped down to a camisole. Her face was flushed, her legs were pressed tightly together, and her hands were rubbing restlessly over her body.

Ronald stared as if he had lost his mind, squeezed in next to her, and grabbed her chest without hesitation.

Once the drugs kicked in and the liquor hit, no one remembered that the focus of tonight was supposed to be Freya. They just went at it right on the couch.

The guys on the side got worked up watching and jumped in as if it were nothing.

More of them joined. They first paired off, then turned it into a full-on chain of bodies.

I felt sick just looking at it.

Before long, Harry burst through the door, panting. His voice was hoarse. "That woman ran off. Stop messing around and help me find her! She doesn't know this area, so she can't have gotten far."

But no one was listening anymore.

Just then, someone reached behind him, sliding a hand under his waistband. He jolted, body going rigid in shock.