Naomi took a deep breath and told herself: It's okay. What others won't do for me, I can do for myself.
The Gonzalezes only cared about family reputation, and Zebulon only protected Tiffany. Fine. She would get her own revenge.
Naomi was incredibly grateful now that she hadn't relied on anyone else and had called the police and a lawyer herself last night.
If she had waited for them to handle it today, it would have been far too late.
"I'm not causing trouble."
Naomi looked at Zebulon seriously. "Last night, Tiffany begged me to give you up to her. That's why those people thought I was the other woman and decided their sense of justice required them to come after me."
"And the people who tried to drag me away later? Tiffany hired them."
"It doesn't matter whether you believe me or not, because I've already called the police."
"Zebulon, I'll tell you one last time."
"Sooner or later, I'm calling off this engagement."
Naomi's tone grew more determined. "And one day, no one will be able to stop me."
Zebulon stared at Naomi in utter shock.
His impression of her had always been that she was sweet, obedient, and sensible, and that her love for him was passionate.
Zebulon had disdained her unreserved affection even as he secretly enjoyed it.
He had assumed Naomi would follow him like this for the rest of her life, and that once he was tired of playing around, he would settle down with her.
But at some point, Naomi's gaze had stopped following him.
There was no longer a place for him in her heart.
She had even started to push herself forward, leaving him far behind.
The feeling was awful.
It was as if a group of friends had agreed to party for a few years before getting serious, but one of them broke the pact, started working hard, and effortlessly surpassed everyone else.


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