Recognize the Wrong One, Love the Right One

Watching the two of them snuggling together made me feel sick.

I remembered this dress—it was a limited edition from one of my family's stores.

I took out my phone and contacted the shop staff, instructing them to call me if anyone tried to return this particular dress.

This was too good an opportunity to pass up.

Looking at Gloria, she did appear to have the air of an heiress, all polished and glamorous.

Unbeknownst to me, the crowd around us had already dispersed.

Mark approached me without my noticing.

"Well, if it isn't Diana. What are you doing here?"

"I know—you couldn't bear to break up with me, so you came to chase me down, right?"

His tone was flippant, and I found it more and more irritating.

"No worries, I understand. After all, without me, you probably can't find a better man. But I've moved on—I'm with the famous Smith family heiress now. You're not on my level anymore."

As he spoke, he wrapped his arm around Gloria's waist.

Gloria chimed in sweetly, "Mark, is this your ex-girlfriend? She doesn't seem that impressive. You really had poor taste before, but luckily you met me."

Right in front of me, the two of them started acting all lovey-dovey, kissing each other here and there.

Disgusting!

This was a banquet hall, not their bedroom.

I took a deep breath, then delivered my own verbal barrage.

"Mark, maybe there's no mirror in your house, but there's always water, right? Take a good look at yourself—why would I ever regret leaving you?"

"And don't flatter yourself—I was never interested in you before either."

"And you, Gloria—you know damn well whether you're really an heiress of the Smith family or not. Care to try pretending in front of me again?"

After that outburst, I felt a lot better.

The two of them stood there, faces green with anger.

Mark, seemingly surprised, still wasn't giving up. "Diana, do you even have the nerve to talk? How did you manage to get into this banquet? You know perfectly well that you don't belong here. I thought you were just a gold digger, but now I see you're completely shameless! You'd even sell your body to fit into a circle that isn't yours. Good thing I didn't stay with you, or I'd have become the biggest fool in town!"

I was baffled by what he was insinuating, until Mark elaborated.

"That guy you walked in with—how many times have you slept with him to get invited to this kind of high-end event?"

He finished his rant with a smug laugh, and Gloria followed suit, chuckling beside him.

The anger inside me boiled over. I slapped Mark hard across the face.

Then I grabbed a wine glass from the table and threw its contents at his ugly face.

"Only filthy people see filth in others."

The man Mark was talking about? He was none other than my cousin.

He happened to be nearby and kindly gave me a lift to the banquet.

Yet in Mark's twisted mind, I'd become some lowly mistress!

After splashing him with wine, I didn't bother looking back and walked away.

Let them make a fool of themselves in front of everyone.

A few days after the banquet, I received a call from one of my store's staff members.

"Miss Smith, the woman you mentioned has come to return the dress. What would you like us to do?"

I jumped up from the couch.

"Stall her. I'm on my way."

Finally, the moment I'd been waiting for came.

I rushed to the store, and sure enough, there was Gloria, yelling at the staff.

"Do you even know how to run a business? I bought this dress here, and I have the receipt and tags. Now that I've decided it doesn't suit me, why won't you let me return it? Do I have to call the police?"

Casually, I strolled up to her.

"You wore it already. Of course, you can't return it."

Gloria was fuming.

"Just because you say I wore it doesn't mean I did! Where's your proof?"

She paused for a moment, seemingly recognizing me.

"Oh, it's you—Mark's ex. What's wrong, couldn't keep your man, so now you're here to make trouble for me, aren't you? Is that all you're good for?"

My tone was firm.

"I'm not talking to you as Mark's ex. I'm speaking to you as the owner of this store, and I'm telling you that the dress cannot be returned."

"Do you know who am I? I'll post this online and ruin your reputation. Let's see if anyone dares shop here again!"

I chuckled softly.

"I don't care who you are. Today, this dress isn't getting returned."

Gloria was taken aback, clearly not expecting me to be so unyielding.

She pulled out her phone and began snapping pictures of me.

"Hey everyone, look at this store. I bought a dress with the tags still on, and they're refusing to take it back. Avoid this place!"

She posted the video to her social media account.

By chance, I caught a glimpse of her username.

"Get ready to face public outrage!" she spat, glaring at me.

While she wasn't paying attention, I slipped into a corner and called the police.

Since she wanted to involve the police, I figured I'd help her out.

While waiting for the police to arrive, I quietly searched Gloria's social media account.

She had quite a few followers—tens of thousands, in fact—and her page was filled with videos of her flaunting her wealth.

Pinned at the top was a post from the banquet a few days ago, showing her wearing the exact same dress she bought from our shop and was now trying to return.

She was digging her own grave, wasn't she?

I quickly followed her account, saved the video, and waited for the police to show up. It would make for perfect evidence.