Rebirth: Expelling the Cheating Boyfriend

"Don’t talk big." Robert cut me off with a sneer. There are so many excellent students. Do you think you can get a scholarship? Why don't you get a job and financially support your brother so he can find a wife?"

"Dad, after graduating from college, I'll make more money!

"I'll handle my high school tuition fees," I said through gritted teeth. "I won’t ask you to pay for it."

Robert glanced at me.

"Why do you have to wait to work until you’re a college graduate? I never got to college. But I got a job in the city and met your mother," he responded with a grin.

The next day, I went to town.

Robert thought I should work instead going to high school. Despite that, he didn’t oppose since I promised to pay for my own tuition.

If I was admitted to a university, it would bring honor to the family. There were only a few who managed to get into college in the village.

I found a part-time job and worked as a waiter in a restaurant.

It was in the center of the town.

That night, while I was serving the dishes to the guests, someone suddenly grabbed my butt.

I turned around and saw a few fat middle-aged men looking at me lustfully.

"What the hell are you…" Anger washed over me.

"What are you raising your voice at the guests?" The restaurant owner’s wife cut me off as she forcibly distance me from the fat men.

She positioned herself between the men and me.

She cast a glance at me. "Come on, Danielle, let’s not make a thing out of this. They were just joking around. It’s not a big deal."

She pointed to the kitchen.

"Get back to work now. Slack off, and you won’t get your salary."

The portly men laughed triumphantly.

I clenched my fists, suppressed the humiliation, and made my way towards the kitchen.

It was already dark when I got off work.

On the way home, I ran into Henric and his grandmother.

He was having a hotdog.

Henric's eyes lit up when he saw me.

"Dany," he called out.

"Yes?" I responded with a frown.

Henric was oblivious to my indifferent demeanor.

"Dany, they say your dad doesn’t want you to go to high school. Well, I heard that a clothing shop is short-staffed. It’s a well-paid job."

I nodded. "I see. Do you wan to give it a shot there?"

"I..." A trace of embarrassment flashed across Henric's face.

Seeing the shift in his demeanor, I sneered in my heart.

Pissed off by my words, Marianna strode towards me.

"What are you talking about? Henric does well in his studies. He will go to college. Why would he take a job at a clothing shop?" she said, getting worked up. "You two have been good friends since childhood. How about you get that job and pull him through high school?"

I let out a sneer and pushed Marianna away.

"Let me tell you something. I might be poor, but I'm not cheap."

Henric's face turned livid. I turned on my heels, ignoring Marianna’s insulting remarks.

In the next two months, I didn't see Henric again.

One day, I went to the restaurant as usual.

The place was filled with boxes, and a truck was parked outside.

The restaurant’s owner, wearing a gold necklace, was smoking at the entrance, and his wife instructed the truck driver to help move things.

I had a bad feeling. "What's going on?"

The owner’s wife glanced at me and didn't say anything.

I frowned. "If you closed the restaurant, can I get paid now?"

Hardly had she stopped talking when the restaurant owner burst into laughter.

"What are you talking about? Why would I pay you?" he said.

His wife also covered her mouth and smiled. Then she said to him, "We should get going!"

The restaurant’s owner walked up to the truck. Overwhelmed by frustration, I rushed forward and grabbed his arm.

"I've worked hard here for two months. Now that you’ve closed the restaurant, you should pay me," I said.

The restaurant’s owner slapped me hard, which caught me off the guard.

"What salary? Have we signed the contract? You little bitch, do you know how I am? How dare you talk to me like that?" He huffed.

I covered my face and stumbled a few steps back before steadying myself.

There were some onlookers around, watching the fun.

Watching him getting into the truck, I mustered up some courage and clung to his leg.

The next second, my vision blurred and my head hit the ground heavily. There seemed to be blood on my face.

The restaurant’s owner had kicked me.