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I was sent abroad to study when I was young. Feeling lonely, my parents decided to adopt a little boy named Ryan after discussing it with me.

Before this visit, we had only communicated through phones.

He was very polite, almost overly formal, and I told him several times that we were family and didn't need to be so distant.

When I decided to work at the company, he even offered to arrange the position of general manager for me.

My dad joked, "Don't be a princess. If I were you, I'd start from the bottom and work my way up."

Feeling a bit cocky, I bet him, "If I can stick it out and prove myself, you have to apologize for those words!"

I never expected what had started off as a simple bet would end up causing such great troubles.

Last night, I had to work late on a project and pulled an all nighter until five in the morning.

When I woke up today, I realized I was almost late for work. Ryan noticed my anxiety and immediately offered to drive me.

Unfortunately, Fiona saw this.

Not only did she see it, but she also twisted it, sabotaging me to be a homewrecker. My explanations fell flat, sounding weak in front of everyone.

To make things worse, Ryan was out of town on a business trip, and I couldn't reach him by phone.

I didn't want my dad to know about these issues.

After hearing my words, Fiona burst into laughter.

Holding her stomach, she said, "Well, let me tell you something.

"Ryan values his privacy, so there's no way he'd let peasants like you in.

She picked up a colleague's invitation card. "'This' is the real ticket.

"I can't wait see you showing up at my wedding. But if you can't make it, I can totally send you a video of the scene instead."

Serena slapped the invitation on my desk.

"Elena, don't feel too embarrassed if you can't get in. Just go home and cry about it."

"Fine," I said and sat down to start my work.

As for Gideon's nonsense about transferring my performance metrics to please Fiona, I brushed it off.

After that incident, I found myself isolated.

In my lunch box, I often found trash and sometimes even spit.

To keep myslef safe, I started sneaking downstairs to eat while everyone else was on break.

When I returned, my desk had been completely destroyed.

Someone had even written "Homewrecker, go to hell!" in big lipstick letters on the surface.

I looked around, and everyone seemed eager to see me break down. But to their disappointment I just calmly wiped the marks away.

To them, I was just a homewrecker.

Everything they did was all about avenging Fiona.

But no one cared about the truth. They all thought I deserved it.

A woman who tried to climb the social ladder by seducing someone else's husband deserved be treated this way.

But the more they pushed, the more excited I got.

I never expected that my constant retreat would only embolden them.

On the fourth morning, I turned on my computer and noticed something was off.

The proposal I had worked so hard on the night before was missing.

I searched every folder, but I couldn't find it anywhere.

The client needed it by this afternoon, and panic set in.

"Where's my proposal?

"Where the hell is it?"

Just when I was about to lose hope, Fiona finally gave me an answer.