Breaking Free from Toxic Friendship, My Turnaround

At the end of the summer vacation of my senior year, my father drove to send me to college personally.

At the college gate, I saw a girl dragging an old suitcase.

The girl had dry yellow hair and tanned skin.

She was still wearing cheap clothes bought from the market.

I was shocked at the time. I had never seen such poor people in my life.

I felt sympathy for her, so I just gave her an LV jacket and a Prada bag.

The girl's expression was a little awkward and she looked at me timidly.

She hesitated for a long time and wiped her hands on her pants before taking them.

I smiled at her and extended my hand without any disgust.

"Hi, what's your name? I'm Jessie White."

She stretched out her tanned hand and held mine tightly.

"My name is Alexandrea Hill, and I just transferred here..."

From that day on, we knew each other, and later I found out that she was assigned to my dormitory.

It must be my damn sympathy that I unexpectedly became friends with her.

Actually, now that I thought about it, mostly because she was very good at hoodwinking me.

I unknowingly fell into the trap she set.

She always brainwashed me that if I always wore big name brand clothes and used expensive skin care products, I would be perceived by my classmates as intentionally showing off.

It would distance me from my classmates.

I actually believed it at the time.

The reason I lived in the dormitory was that my dad wanted to train me to get along with others.

Alexandrea set me up with a false identity as an orphan whose parents were both dead.

I went to the college with the financial support of my relatives.

Thinking about it now, I was so silly at that time that I was so easily controlled by her.

Maybe it was because she grew up in a cruel family.

She knew too much about how to survive. After all, I had been the apple of my parents' eyes since I was young.

I had been very happy since I was a child and had never experienced any setbacks.

What was even more outrageous was that she said to me with teary eyes, behind the backs of our classmates,

"Jessie, actually... I don't have money to pay for this semester's tuition. My dad took away the money I earned from working during the summer vacation. Your family is so rich. Can you help me pay for the tuition?"

I already felt very sympathy for her, so I couldn't refuse her begging.

I immediately transferred her 10,000 dollars, which was enough for her tuition for one year.

She smiled and hugged me, calling me sister and saying that she would be good to me all her life.

From that day on, she asked for money more and more frequently.

To make it easier, I directly gave her the credit card I didn't use.

I didn't feel stupid at the time.

After all, that money was nothing to me.

But it was enough for her to act like a big shot in front of her classmates.

Later I realized that, in front of others, everything I had was given by her.

She was willing to help me because she felt that I, an orphan, was too pitiful.

Then things became more and more outrageous, and she started to squander money behind my back.

She also often bought her classmates luxury goods.

She even spent tens of thousands of dollars to buy limited edition sneakers for the man she had a crush on.

She also gave my money to her family.

Roughly speaking, she cost at least millions of dollars that year.

In order to avoid her classmates' suspicion of her identity,

not only did she deliberately sow discord between me and our classmates behind my back, she also made the classmates ignore me.

She also often said bad things about the classmates in front of me, making me dislike them.

It was really hilarious. Why I didn't notice at the time that she was such a disgusting bitch?

Later, I felt that I had enough of the dormitory experience, so I told my dad that I wanted to go back home.

My dad didn't have time to take me to college every day, and I didn't want to be so conspicuous by driving myself, so my family driver would take me to college and pick me up from college every day.

However, Alexandrea started a rumor that I was being kept by a wealthy man.

I confronted her about it but she still refused to admit it and pushed the blame onto another classmate.

At that time, I had a big quarrel with that classmate. In fact, I really wronged her.

That was all Alexandrea did behind my back.

And she used my money to establish relationships with the classmates.

She unexpectedly became a socialite who was loved by everyone in the college.

Every time I caught her doing bad things in my name, she would always beg me for forgiveness with tears.

She said she didn't mean it and begged me to forgive her.

Now thinking about it, I was so stupid as to be fooled by her at the time.

In the end, my whole family was destroyed by her and all died.

I understood everything, but it was too late...