ManyWriters

It's New Year's break, and my husband insists on dragging me to a class reunion.
By the time we arrive at the hotel, most of our former classmates are already there.
They all seem to be doing well for themselves - driving Mercedes and BMWs, while I'm in a domestic economy car.
From quite a distance, I can hear someone loudly gossiping.
"I just don't get it. Cort used to be the hottest guy on campus. How did he end up marrying that ugly duckling Becca?"
When my husband hears someone insulting me, not only does he not defend me, but he eagerly joins the others for photos, deliberately leaving me off to the side.
After we've eaten and drunk our fill, the former School Belle slowly approaches me, holding my husband's hand.
"Becca, I've got my eye on your husband. Name your price."
I can't help but smirk, the corner of my mouth turning up slightly.
"You might want to think this through carefully. Divorcing me could land you in jail."

The School Belle Tries to Steal My Husband

Just then, someone in the crowd shouted.


Everyone turned their heads at the sound.


A convoy of over a dozen pickup trucks with soldier plates came roaring towards the hotel.


Cecilia turned her head, looking utterly dumbfounded.


"Half right, but not entirely correct."


At this moment, Brent, who had been holding back all night, stepped forward.


"I, Becca, am the personal bodyguard of the Cabinet leader, not belonging to any official roster."


Brent's words landed like a massive bomb, blasting through the entire private room.


"Becca actually has such a badass identity! Why didn't she reveal it earlier?"


"Yeah, if I had her level of clout, I could strut around the whole country."


"Damn, I almost forgot - didn't we just help Cecilia trash-talk her?"


It wasn't just the classmates; even those rich kids who had come to back up Cecilia were now panicking.


Chapter 8