Chapter 4

To handle some old documents and certificates, I drove that flashy red Porsche back to the city center.

I parked the car in front of a coffee shop I used to frequent.

I was about to get out when the corner of my eye caught a familiar figure.

Sharon.

She sat by the window in the coffee shop, across from a bejeweled rich lady.

Even through the glass, I could see her smug, animated expression.

"Oh, you have no idea---my Ethan is so successful now!" Her voice was shrill, piercing through the glass and faintly reaching my ears. "He sold that tiny apartment and brought me to the big city to enjoy life! He says he's going to buy me a big mansion! There was even some rich girl chasing after him recently, driving a BMW, from a family that owns a company!"

The rich lady elegantly sipped her coffee, but her eyes held disdain. "Is that so? Well, congratulations then."

Her tone was perfunctory at best.

I watched Sharon's face flush red from bragging, the corner of my mouth curling into a cold smile.

I pushed open the car door, put on my sunglasses, and stepped out.

The red sports car, combined with my haute couture outfit, instantly attracted everyone's attention.

I could feel almost every gaze in the coffee shop focusing on me.

Including, of course, Sharon's.

I walked into the coffee shop in my high heels, heading straight inside.

Sharon's gaze was like poisoned nails, pinning onto me.

Those eyes were full of jealousy and contempt, as if looking at a gold-digging vixen.

She hadn't recognized me yet.

Makes sense---in her mind, her daughter-in-law Emily was always disheveled, always in cheap T-shirts and jeans.

How could she possibly be this woman with a commanding presence?

I walked to the counter, my voice just loud enough for everyone in the coffee shop to hear.

"One cup of Kopi Luwak, please."

As I ordered, I deliberately raised my wrist and adjusted my cuff.

The diamond-encrusted watch worth a million dollars refracted dazzling light under the lamps.

I heard a faint gasp from behind me.

I turned around with my coffee, ready to find a seat.

My gaze swept across Sharon's face, seemingly by accident.

In that moment, her pupils contracted sharply.

The smugness and boasting on her face instantly froze, replaced by extreme shock and disbelief.

She'd recognized me.

Her mouth dropped open, jaw nearly hitting the floor, and the coffee cup in her hand trembled, spilling brown liquid all over her knockoff designer outfit.

Everyone around her cast strange looks her way.

The rich lady frowned and quietly shifted away from her.

And I just gave her a light glance.

Like looking at a complete stranger.

My eyes held no hate, no resentment, not even a ripple.

Just pure indifference.

In her shocked, dazed, humiliated gaze, I elegantly turned and walked out of the coffee shop.

Getting into the sports car, I saw through the rearview mirror her stumbling out of the coffee shop, staring blankly at the direction my car disappeared.

I knew that from today on, her peaceful "good days" were over.

A good show was about to begin.