Bullied and Dumped, But She Won in the End (Adriana) novel Chapter 50

50 The Reversal

Maybe it was because she was too clear headed–ton clear headed to know that Curtis would never fall in love with her.

She and Curtis had met far too late

if only they’d known each other earlier, before she ever met Matthew… How different things might have been.

“Really?” Belinda tooked at Adriana with open doubt.

Adriana nodded.

“But Curtis Belinda lowered her head. “He’s never let any woman get close to him before. Not even my mom… and yet, he actually hugged you last night.”

She stopped talking, her voice trailing off.

Adriana froze for a moment. Curtis never let women get close to him?

“That was just an accident. I was having an anxiety episode. Hugging someone can help ease that. It’s… just a way to calm down.” She said it to comfort Belinda, but also to remind herself–Don’t think too much. Don’t let your mind wander where it shouldn’t.

“Adriana, I don’t actually hate you that much,” Belinda muttered in her usual prideful tone. “Now that you have Curtis, even if he doesn’t love you, you’re still his legal wife. So if anyone at school bullies you again, just slap them.”

Adriana smiled, amused by the girl’s fiery energy. “Then let’s make a deal. From now on, neither of us will let anyone bully us again. If someone picks on me, I’ll fight back–and if I can’t, I’ll call you. If someone bullies you, you fight back–and if you can’t, you call me. Deal?”

Belinda’s eyes brightened for a moment, but she glanced at Adriana with mock disdain. “You? With those skinny arms and legs? You can’t even fight a fly.”

“I’m stronger than I look. I worked as a mover one summer,” Adriana said seriously.

Belinda’s stare softened slightly. She stayed quiet for a while before looking down. “Don’t tell Curtis about what happened today.”

Adriana nodded and was about to turn away when Belinda added, almost under her breath, “And… thank you.”

Before Adriana could reply, Belinda turned red, embarrassed, and ran off.

Adriana smiled faintly, standing there for a moment before getting into the car.

When the car stopped at the university gates, she immediately noticed the crowd–students packed on both sides, whispering, phones in hand, all focused on something ahead.

The moment she stepped out, a group of reporters swarmed her.

“Adriana, is it true that Matthew, CEO of the Langford Group, kept you as his mistress for four years?”

“Adriana, as a student, do you have anything to say about being financially supported by him?”

“Adriana, were you knowingly the third party in Matthew and Natasha’s relationship?”

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The barrage of questions hit like explosions, each one pounding in her skull.

So the reporters had already found out today was the seniors‘ return–to–campus day–and had been waiting here all along

Across the street, a Maybach pulled up Matthew and Natasha got out together.

Natasha held tightly onto Matthew’s arm, her chin high, every move deliberate–a public display of ownership.

She wanted the media to see clearly: she was the rightful one. Adriana was nothing more than a shameful mistress, a kept woman.

Natasha’s eyes met Adriana’s, full of mockery. Around Adriana, she always acted superior, as if the heavens themselves stood

behind her.

“Adriana, we should talk,” Matthew said, frowning. He wanted to speak to her privately–he hadn’t wanted things to go this far.

But his sister, Mia, was the Langford family’s face. He couldn’t allow her to go to prison.

“Mr. Langford, I used to care about your reputation. But clearly, you never thought of me as a human being.” Adriana’s voice trembled slightly, though her smile was cold.

She’d spared his pride–yet he’d chosen to crush her underfoot.

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