Part 1I Just Returned to my hometown, and a Male Classmate I Haven’t Seen in Years Confessed to Me—With His Wife Right Behind Him

I Just Returned to my hometown, and a Male Classmate I Haven’t Seen in Years Confessed to Me—With His Wife Right Behind Him

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The moment I stepped off the plane, a college classmate I barely knew threw her arms around me.

“Dorothy! I’ve missed you so much!” she exclaimed dramatically.

Before I could even process what was happening, another woman stormed over and slapped me. Hard. Several times.

“You home-wrecking tramp!” she snarled, her voice dripping with venom. Then, she turned to the man standing nearby and demanded, “Brandon, this is the ‘overtime’ you were talking about?”

I was lying on the ground, stunned. My cheek throbbed, but something even stranger happened—flashes of text appeared in front of my eyes, like a scene out of a glitchy video game:

“Wow, those slaps were iconic! Queen energy!”

“The ‘perfect ex’ is giving major manipulative vibes!”

“Uh-oh, the second female lead is about to wake up!”

That’s when it hit me.

I wasn’t me. I was the tragic second female lead in a romance novel.

Apparently, I was the so-called “first love” of the male lead, the one everyone loved to hate.

Well, no thanks.

I immediately pulled out my phone and dialed 911, my voice trembling with faux panic. “Officer, please help me! I’m being assaulted!”

The male and female leads froze, staring at me in disbelief.

The woman gawked. “Wait, what? This is just… a relationship dispute.”

The man stammered, “How did this escalate to… a criminal case?”