From A Vicious Female Supporting Role to the Heroine's Counterattack

My best friend Emily Wilson was like the heroine in a novel.

She broke up with her adoptive parents for her hooligan boyfriend Bruce Gavin.

"Mom, Dad. I've always felt suppressed for these years. Only when I'm with Bruce do I feel I'm alive."

She cried and said, "If you don't agree, I will leave the family."

After saying that, Emily ran out of the house. Her adoptive parents, who loved her very much, were so angry that their heart disease relapsed and they were admitted to the hospital.

However, half a month later, Emily went to her adoptive brother Eric Wilson, who once loved her and whom she once loved.

"Eric, I'm in such a mess now. Can you talk to Dad and Mom and let me go home?"

Her mother Sophia Wilson decided to give her one last chance. "Emily, as long as you break up with that hooligan, we will let you go home."

Emily cried sadly. "Can't I have both? Do you want to force me to death?"

That night, Emily came to where I had my part-time job to tell me about her love troubles.

She was wearing the latest Chanel and carrying a Hermès bag that cost millions of dollars.

At that time, I was working overtime to sort the goods in the supermarket. When Emily saw me, her eyes turned red.

"Adele, what should I do?"

I was Adele Moore, the best friend of the heroine in the novel.

I lived a different life from Emily.

We were both abandoned by our parents and grew up in the same orphanage.

When Emily was eight years old, she was adopted by the Wilson family and became rich.

I grew up in the orphanage.

Later, Emily lived a good life.

She ate imported fruits from abroad and wore the latest Chanel clothes. She would buy all the new Hermès styles as soon as they were released.

Besides, despite her parents' opposition, she went to a community college for her hooligan boyfriend. Although her parents blamed her, they still loved her. After graduation, she had a good job because of the Wilson family's connections.

My life was completely different from hers.

I had to work three part-time jobs a day. I often faced sexual harassment from my boss and struggled to make ends meet.

I sighed, "Emily, your boyfriend is a bad guy. Break up with him."

I didn't want to talk with her anymore. Every time I persuaded her to break up, she would complain to her boyfriend.

"Bruce, you should cherish me more. My best friend asked me to break up with you. Do you know how good I am to you?"

That night, her hooligan boyfriend rode a motorcycle to warn me. "Emily is mine. If you try to persuade us to break up again, I..."

Bruce chuckled and showed an ambiguous expression, and his friend looked at me with disgusting eyes.

Seeing my eyes on the shelf, Emily got angry and threw the things in my hand to the ground.

"Adele, I'm your best friend. I am so sad now. Why don't you comfort me?"

She burst into tears. "I'm so sad. I like Bruce, but why does everyone oppose it?"

Emily's boyfriend Bruce dropped out of high school. Now he worked as a security guard and lived off Emily.

"You don't understand. He made me a bowl of porridge." Emily looked obsessed. "I feel at home when I am with him."

The Wilson family treated Emily like their own daughter and provided her with the best food and clothing.

The porridge I cooked for her before had eggs, meat, and shrimp.

"Adele, I envy you. You have to go to work every day. Your life is colorful." Emily had said these words many times.

I was her best friend, but she only came to me to vent her emotions.

Emily continued to mutter with a serious face. "Love is enough to satisfy me. I wish I had never been adopted by the Wilson family. Then I would be free and could pursue my love."

The next second, the ground began to shake.

I heard an electronic voice. "The reader's resentment is detected. The heroine's wish has been fulfilled, and the halo will be used for the last time."

Then, we were all reborn.

But this time, the person adopted by the Wilson family was me.