Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 79

"Let me think, where should I start?"

Clara propped her chin, looking at me, her eyes darting around, looking as if she was still struggling.

I interrupted Clara's performance.

"Let's start from when I first met Lawrence.

Three years ago, I came to the school on behalf of my family to discuss follow-up poverty assistance, and that was the first time I met Lawrence.

Back then, he was still quite immature, though he looked decent. But guys like him, I've seen at least a dozen if not dozens, so he wasn't particularly rare. At most, he was just a fairly pleasing soon-to-be graduate, an excellent male college student."

When Clara mentioned Lawrence, there wasn't a hint of affection in her eyes.

I was actually curious, if she didn't love him, why did she do so much for him, even to the point of being called a mistress without caring?

Or maybe, her initial feelings had faded, and she simply didn't love Lawrence anymore.

"So, you didn't fall in love at first sight? Then why were you willing to be with him?" I asked directly.

Clara seemed to be waiting for this question, and her smile deepened instantly.

But I couldn't see any joy in her eyes, instead, there was a somewhat eerie and terrifying feeling.

"Because of you!" Clara piqued my interest again but deliberately paused here, even adding another sugar cube to her coffee, as if she had a sweet tooth.

Maybe she was also deliberately testing my patience.

I wanted to know the answer, but I didn't want to let Clara control the conversation, so I just looked at her, "Go on!"

Seeing me somewhat calm.

Clara snorted lightly, seemingly finding it a bit boring, but then her smile widened, "You sure know how to pretend, clearly dying of curiosity, yet still holding it together."

Then, she lit a cigarette, the smoke spreading, her posture and actions clearly very skilled, indicating she had been smoking for quite some time.

In fact, seeing her posture, I suddenly remembered Lawrence smoking. He didn't used to smoke, especially during my pregnancy, he should have been more cautious and avoided smoking.

But once, I noticed the smell of smoke on him. I even asked him if there were situations where he had to smoke during social events. I even felt sorry for him, advising him to refuse unless absolutely necessary.

At that time, why didn't I notice his momentary odd expression?

I thought he was feeling guilty and remorseful because I was pregnant and he should have avoided the smell of smoke, yet he brought it back. He explained that the company had a lot going on recently, and he was under a lot of pressure, so he secretly smoked to relieve his emotions, but he smoked very little.

I didn't suspect a thing, so later, when he occasionally brought back the smell of smoke, I trusted him and didn't ask much.

Thinking back now, my persistence must have seemed laughable to Lawrence.

"Yes, I'm pretending, so go on, let's see how I break down!" I looked at Clara calmly and said.

Clara glared at me and continued, "The second time I went to the school, I passed by the lake and saw Lawrence holding a bouquet of flowers, looking deeply in one direction. Then you, like a carefree bird, happily flew into his arms. He seemed to know your actions in advance, opening his arms to embrace you, spinning around. The lakeside was filled with your joyful laughter and your innocent, slightly shy expression, which was really an eyesore.

So much so that it made me want to destroy it!"

I looked at Clara's expression, frowned, and couldn't help but say, "Are you a psychopath?"

Seeing something beautiful, Clara's first reaction wasn't envy or blessing, but jealousy to the point of wanting to destroy it.

People with such thoughts often had a childhood lacking in love.

However, even so, it wasn't an excuse for Clara's wrongdoing.

Clara's eyes lit up with excitement, "Not a psychopath! But maybe I have some mental illness, the kind that needs treatment. Here's the prescription the doctor gave me today for Bipolar Disorder! So, whatever I say later, you might just listen, because it might not be true."

Although I knew Clara definitely had psychological issues, it wasn't Bipolar Disorder as she claimed. Instead, it seemed like she was giving me a heads-up, as if she was about to say something.

"Do you want to talk or not? Do you have to be like this?" I looked impatient.

In front of me was the prescription Clara had placed, but whether it was real or not was uncertain. After all, the Simpson Group had some influence in Starlight City, so getting something like this wasn't difficult.

Clara smiled, "Don't rush, I'll continue! Seeing you so happy, so pure and unscathed, with a perfect family, loving parents, a complete and loving childhood, and a boyfriend like Lawrence who loved you so much, I couldn't help but think.

Why? We're all human, why such a big difference? Why do you get all the good things?

I was jealous, so I couldn't help but follow you for two days, and then I vaguely discovered that Lawrence, who seemed to be full of love for you and publicly showed his affection, actually showed a look of disgust when you weren't around.

Then, with a little investigation, I found out that Lawrence wasn't simple. His affection for you had ulterior motives.

I was so happy at the time, I wanted to get involved and watch how Lawrence schemed step by step, and then see how you fell into misery step by step, and how you would react when you found out the truth. Just thinking about it made my blood boil."

Clara's excited expression didn't seem fake.

Why was she so focused on me?

Clara seemed to be reminiscing, getting more and more excited as she spoke, "Then, I found an excuse to have the school arrange for Lawrence to accompany me. He sensed that I might have some status.

And I took the initiative to invite him to dinner, telling him that I had a crush on him at first sight.

You know what? A person like him, with great ambition and insatiable greed, already had you, but seeing a beautiful woman like me, who was so interested in him and possibly had a good family background, he naturally fell into my trap.

Then, we started dating frequently.

Can you imagine? We walked through all the places you and he had been to, even at the lakeside where you dated, in the garden area you loved to visit, we did all the things couples do, like holding hands, like kissing."

Hearing this, my hand holding the coffee cup tightened slightly, but I didn't show much emotion on my face.