Chapter 1

The two-faced girl buried her face in her boyfriend's chest at her mother's funeral.

Watching the lovey-dovey couple and Claire's hyperactive seven-year-old nephew, I chose to stay quiet as a mouse.

Until the little nephew threw firecrackers near the urn at the funeral, and with a bang, gray-white dust scattered all over the ground.

I leaned close to the dumbfounded Claire and whispered softly.

"Your mom just went boom~"

"Summer, those things are in the past. Why do you keep dwelling on them?" Lucas, my boyfriend of seven years, looked at me with disappointment.

"If you go today, we're breaking up."

Looking at Lucas's still handsome face, I felt an unfamiliar sense of estrangement.

"No matter how much bad blood there is between you two, Claire's mother has passed away. Can't you just let it go? When did you become so terrible?"

Me? Terrible? Good grief, I almost laughed out of anger.

Lucas was going to attend the funeral of his subordinate Claire's mother, but his dear subordinate was the very person who had bullied me for three whole years during our school days.

I couldn't forget Claire's pretentious face, nor could I forget how her mother had slapped me in front of the entire school.

Lucas knew all about my past, but now, this man who had sworn to love and protect me was calling me terrible because I wouldn't let him attend his subordinate's funeral.

"You'd still go even if it means breaking up?"

I thought I would be hysterical. After all, before Claire appeared, we rarely had any arguments. Even when we were in a long-distance relationship for three years due to work, the word "breakup" was still taboo between us.

Lucas didn't respond, but his action of changing shoes at the entrance made his choice clear.

As the door slammed shut, I felt utterly exhausted.

The black screen of the TV reflected my dejected figure, as if I had returned to those days and nights from over a decade ago. I curled up in the corner of the dorm, fists and palms constantly falling on my body and face.

Back then, I was also like this, hunched over, hugging my knees, like a drowned dog.

The only difference was that back then, I couldn't fight back and could only endure their bullying. But now, even if that scumbag and bitch want to be together, I'll make them pay the price.