As Cherise arrived, she was greeted by a familiar face from high school-the plump boy who had


    remained the same over the years.


    “Is this your boyfriend?” A sharp voice interrupted, and Cherise saw a heavily made-up woman eyeing


    Damien. “Introduce him to everyone,” she insisted.


    Cherise racked her brain but couldn’t ce the woman. Were they ssmates from high school? They


    sat at the same table, after all.


    Damien leaned in, noticing Cherise’s confusion. “She was a rebellious ssmate, expelled for early


    love and abortion. You were never close to her.”


    Cherise was surprised by Damien’s insight into her past. But seeing the woman with her heavy makeup


    and sharp tongue, Cherise couldn’t help but agree with Damien.


    I mean, she knew Damien was off-limits, yet she shamelessly ogled him, which got on Cherise’s


    nerves!


    Cherise casually grabbed a 5L drink bottle to block the woman’s tant attempts to catch Damien’s


    eye. “You may call him Mr. Lenoir.”


    Cherise’s calm yet standoffish attitude made the woman smirk. “Just asking for an introduction. Why


    are you so uptight and unhappy? Afraid someone else might steal him?”


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    The woman chuckled, “Cherise, oh Cherise, in high school, you were the epitome of a low self-esteem


    ugly duckling. Now, your taste in men might have improved, but that inferiorityplex of yours still


    lingers!”


    The woman’s words sparkedughter from the other women at the table, who inspected Damien


    closely, “Her boyfriend is so handsome. No wonder she’s afraid we’ll keep staring.”


    “If we were to snatch such a catch, she’ll end up a lonely old spinster!”


    “Spot on!”


    The women grew brazen in their remarks, some even boldly asking Damien for his contact information.


    These former ssmates continued to ignore Cherise as if she were invisible.


    Cherise’s smile started to melt away, reced by a frown. This high school reunion was a breeding


    ground for bad memories and awkward encounters.


    Just as she was about to break the ice, Damien, ever the protector, spoke up next to her.


    “Oh, you clueless fools! Don’t you get it? You should be thanking Cherise for even tolerating you!


    Seriously, some gratitude would be nice.” he spat, his voice dripping with disdain.


    Damien reached for his ss, eyes scanning the women with a chilling intensity that sent shivers down


    their spines.


    His voice, cold and indifferent, pierced the air. “While I was courting Cherise, I learned all about the


    nasty things you used to do to her. Remember all that teasing and tormenting in high school? Her


    distance now is her way of avoiding you – a bunch of pariahs. She’s only being civil because of this


    stupid high school reunion. Believe me, the only reason you haven’t faced my wrath yet is because she


    doesn’t want you to pee yourselves in public and humiliate yourselves further.”


    With that, he pointed at the heavily made-up woman who had spoken first. “Remember when you


    spiked her coffee with soy sauce, nted cheat sheets in her pocket to frame her for cheating, and


    ridiculed her appearance?”


    The woman’s face drained of color, rendered speechless.


    Damien’s smirk widened as he pointed his finger at another woman at the table. “And you,” he said, his


    voice dripping with disgust, “Remember that time you ‘borrowed’ Cherise’s pads during that time of the


    month? And then, the audacity to sell them back to her at an extortionate price? ssic high school


    hustle, am I right?”


    The woman sputtered, face turning red. “No way! That’s a lie!”


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