She Dumped Me After I Paid Her Debt,So I Ruined Her at the ReunionChapter 1
Four years after Alberta Fox dumped me without warning, I ran into her at our class reunion during the Spring Festival.
Once everyone had settled into their seats, someone suggested we play Truth or Dare.
Alberta was the first victim. She drew Truth:
"What's the smartest thing you did in your last relationship?"
Her gaze slid toward me, and a slow smile curved her lips.
"I got my ex to pay off seven hundred thousand dollars in online loans for me. Then, once I'd landed a rich husband, I kicked him to the curb."
The room erupted.
Everyone expected me to storm out. Instead, I just smiled and gestured for the game to continue.
When my turn came, the question shifted:
"Did you ever hide anything from your partner in your last relationship?"
"Yes."
"What was it?"
"I'm actually the son of the richest man in Harbor City."
——
Silence.
Then the private room exploded with laughter.
"Mike, have you been watching too many CEO dramas while delivering takeout? You've gone delusional!"
"Bro, take some advice—quit the act. You haven't even taken off your delivery uniform!"
I glanced down at my yellow Armani casual jacket and the custom AGV helmet sitting beside me.
Fair enough. I do look like a delivery guy.
Before I could respond, Alberta's mocking voice cut through the noise.
"Mike Finch, it's been four years since we broke up. Are you still this desperate for attention?"
"This reunion is about reconnecting—there's no rich or poor here. Maybe try being genuine for once."
I leaned back in my chair, utterly unbothered, and regarded her with cool indifference.
"I am being genuine. I really am the son of the richest man in the city."
"How do you think you even got a reservation at the Emperor Suite in Pinecrest Pavilion? It's because of my connections."
Truth be told, I hadn't planned on coming to this reunion at all.
I had no desire to see Alberta, and I didn't exactly run in the same circles as these former classmates. There was no point forcing it.
But Brett Lane had called me twenty-eight times, swearing Alberta wouldn't show up.
He'd promised no one would flaunt their status—that it was purely about catching up.
Yet here Alberta was, not only present but parading her success for everyone to see.
A gold-digger playing socialite.
Pathetic.
But the self-styled socialite wasn't done with me. She pressed on, relentless: