Denise’s POV:


    My mind was aplete mess.


    Never in my wildest dreams would I have expected Jenifer would be so cruel as to drive me out heartlessly.


    And what surprised me most was that she already knew about the things I had been doing behind her back.


    So why didn’t she kick me out sooner? Why’d she have to humiliate me in front of Debra?


    Searing rage burned inside me, rendering me unable to think.


    I stood up, wiped the tears from my face, and retreated to my room to pack up my things.


    I had thought that tears were my greatest asset.N?velDrama.Org holds this content.


    If I just shed a little more, people would take pity on me and I’d be able to get a roof over my head.


    I didn’t have to wander around, homeless, Like before.


    But now, I realized that tears were useless.


    As long as Debra was there, crying would never work.


    A strong sense of hatred rose from my heart.


    That bitch took everything from me! If it weren’t for Debra, I wouldn’t be in this mess now, nor would I have been kicked out of this house.


    Gritting my teeth, I swore to myself that I’d make her pay.


    “Denise, hurry up!”


    Outside my door, the guard kept urging me to leave.


    It was clear that


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    Jenifer had no intention of letting me stay a minute Longer.


    As soon as


    I finished packing up, the guard barged in and threw me out of the vi.


    Both Jenifer and Debra stood there watching, as though they were watching a funny show.


    I secretly clenched my fists and gritted my teeth.


    It was a windy day, and the harsh breeze whipped at my hair and clothes.


    I didn’t know where to go.


    Lugging my heavy suitcases, I wandered down the street in a daze.


    Suddenly, a red car screeched to a halt next to me.


    The door swung open, and then I saw a pair of ck high heels stepping on the ground.


    Whoever was wearing those ck high heels closed the door and strutted quickly towards me.


    The next second, I felt a burning pain on my cheek.


    The woman pped me! Her delicate and expensive manicure scratched my face in the process, leaving a bleeding wound.


    The woman’s pungent perfume me feel nauseous.


    In a trance, I wondered if I was dreaming.