Poor Girl

"Me? I come from a poor background, and yet I have never stolen anything in my life! But you you were born with everything handed to you on a silver platter, and still, you couldn't resist taking what wasn't yours? How could you?"

A few people in the crowd nodded, already swayed by Evelyn's words. She was not just denying any involvement, she was flipping the entire situation to make Chineye look worse. And for people who enjoyed gossip, this was a twist they had not expected.

Chineye stood frozen, her breath catching in her throat. The betrayal was so sharp, so sudden, that she struggled to process it.

Evelyn, the friend she had trusted for years, was standing before her, lying so effortlessly, so convincingly, that even she, for a brief second, doubted herself.