On top of that, Samantha would receive dirty looks and insults from the other girls because she was the prettiest among them—including Tiffany.

When Samantha saw Tiffany, it was clear that she did not wish to speak to the latter as she said, “I’m sorry, Tiffany, but I have to go. There’s something I need to look into.”

“What’s the rush, little widow?” Tiffany laughed out loud.

At that moment, all of the BMW’s windows rolled down. Samantha realized that her ex-classmates were sitting inside.

After a round of laughter, Tiffany said, “I heard that your husband’s here. Word has been going around our alumni pretty heavily. You must be in a real hurry to service him.”

“Could you please show me a little more respect in the way you speak?” Samantha said.

“Respect? Hahaha!” Tiffany was in stitches. “What makes you think a loser like yourself deserves my respect? You were such a high and mighty woman in the past, now look at how terrible you are. You’re no better than beggars on the street