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The ballroom was filled with her family and friends.
When they saw me, their eyes turned sharp.
"Amanda, is this the mistress from the stream?" her mother, Brenda, looked me over with disgust.
"Yes, Mom, this is the b**ch!"
"She looks cheap. How dare she go after your man? Does she think she can marry into money just because she's pretty?"
Brenda spat in my face, then gagged like I was garbage.
Her relatives joined in.
"Amanda, don't let her get away with it. Teach her a lesson!"
"I hate two kinds of people: poor trash and home-wreckers. I can smell the poverty on her. It's disgusting."
They tore me apart like I was nothing.
Michael told me Amanda's family wasn't well off.
I'd said "Who cares about status? As long as she's kind and you love each other."
But judging by their behavior, they already acted like they were royalty.
"Have you seen yourselves? You have no class. What makes you think you're better than anyone?"
They got angry.
"What do you know, you cheap mistress?"
"We may not look rich now, but we're about to be related to the richest woman in Seabrook. With her backing, we're set!"
"You should be grateful you're even allowed to speak to us."
"How dare you talk back, you slut!"
My mind was blown.
So they acted like this because of me.
Because Amanda was marrying my brother, they thought they could look down on everyone.
They already saw themselves as millionaires.
It was ridiculous.
I shook my head.
"If the richest woman in town knew what you were really like, she'd want nothing to do with you."
Amanda glared. "You seduce my man and still talk back?"
She pointed her phone at me.
"Ladies — strip her. Let's see what he sees in her."
