The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 208

"Rebecca, let me give you a piece of advice: try using your brain for once."

Just then, it was Susan's turn to take the stage as the outstanding representative from their graduating class. She introduced herself, then began acknowledging their classmates who were present. When she got to Penelope, she sneered. "As for her, I won't mention her name. I just hope she learns to be a better person."

Even without being named, all eyes in their class turned to Penelope. Seeing this, others in the audience followed their gaze.

Once again, Penelope became the center of attention, the focus of their disdain. But she remained seated, composed and relaxed, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Her calmness infuriated Susan, but it was a formal ceremony, and she couldn't say more. She pulled out her speech and began to read.

She had barely gotten through two sentences when the auditorium's sound system screeched with static, followed by a recording.

"Fine, I'll tell you the truth! The person who put my phone in your bag was none other than your best friend, Rebecca…"

"I paid her two thousand dollars…"

"I framed you for stealing my phone, so what? That's what you get for crossing me…"

The audience was stunned to hear the voice of their outstanding alumni representative, who was standing on stage right now, admitting to such a thing.

"Who—who's doing this?" Susan panicked. "Shut it off! Shut it off now!"

An official frantically called for technical support, but it took time. Meanwhile, Rebecca's voice filled the hall.

"It's true, I helped Susan put the phone in your bag…"

"The two thousand dollars she gave me solved my problems… I realized that friendship is worthless. Only money can fix things!"

"I wanted to take everything from you, starting with your boyfriend!"

It seemed they got what they deserved.

And with that, she had finally gotten justice for what happened all those years ago.

Penelope stood up to leave. A school official chased after her, apologizing profusely for what had happened back then. But for Penelope, who had long since graduated and moved on with her life, the apologies were meaningless.

When she reached the parking lot and opened her car door, a BMW suddenly sped towards her.

She jumped back just in time as the BMW slammed into her Ferrari, ripping the door clean off its hinges.

The car screeched to a halt, and Susan got out, her face a mask of fury.

"Last time might have been an accident, but this time, it was on purpose!"