Not A Small-Town Girl

Audrey’s face hardened, jealousy bubbling in her chest as she thought, ’I’m supposed to be the one engaged to David! If that bitch hadn’t returned, it would have been me by his side. Why her? Why is everything hers? I won’t let her take what’s rightfully mine.’

Seeing her parents’ unconditional trust in Danielle, Audrey bit her tongue and decided not to waste her breath on them.

"Dad, Mom, since Danielle isn’t coming back tonight, you should rest early. Staying up late isn’t good for your body," Audrey said in a warm and gentle tone.

In her room, Audrey sat in front of her vanity, jealousy simmering within her. Anger surged through her, and she swept her hand across the vanity, smashing bottles of expensive skincare products onto the floor.

The sharp sound of glass shattering echoed in the room, but it wasn’t enough to calm the storm in her heart. Audrey clenched her fists, her chest heaving in rage. Audrey had admired David from a young age. She worked tirelessly to excel in music, chess, and painting, outshining her peers from prominent families. Yet, no matter how hard Audrey tried to measure up to him, David never glanced her way.

The jealousy she felt was impossible to ignore.

’Now that Danielle is back, he only has eyes for her,’ she thought, seething with resentment. Ever since Danielle cured their grandparents, they had been singing her praises nonstop, completely disregarding how she felt.