Chapter 941 Sordid
Phoebe was about to speak when a woman lurking in the shadows cut in, "You all shouldn't be so quick to flatter her. I heard she's just a mistress who stole someone else's boyfriend."
The other two women exchanged glances. "You shouldn't say things without proof."
The woman stepped out of the shadows, wearing a luxurious Moncler down jacket, clearly from a wealthy background.
Most people living in this area were well-off, but there was a big difference between being rich and being a millionaire.
She lifted her chin slightly, looking down on them with a sneer. "I advise you to stay away from her. Otherwise, one day your husband might be seduced by her."
Phoebe frowned, looking at the arrogant woman.
She was sure she didn't know her and had never offended her.
But the woman's familiarity and constant belittling made Phoebe feel particularly uncomfortable.
"Ma'am, as far as I remember, I have no past grievances with you. If you continue to slander me, I can sue you for defamation," Phoebe said seriously.
The woman crossed her arms and exaggeratedly twisted her body. "Oh, go ahead and sue me. I'd love for everyone in Kedora to know what a shameless woman you are."
"That's too much. Accusing someone without evidence can get you in trouble with the police," one of the other women couldn't hold back any longer.
This woman was known for her gloomy personality and was particularly unpopular among the stay-at-home moms in the area.
She never joined their conversations and always sat alone playing on her phone.
Whenever the kids had conflicts, her aggressive way of defending her child scared everyone.
Over time, no one wanted to associate with her.
She was also very solitary and disliked women who were praised by others, always acting superior and belittling others.
Phoebe wasn't the first, and she wouldn't be the last.
That was why the two moms stood by Phoebe, helping her confront this woman.
The woman let out a cold laugh, staring at Phoebe. "Your name is Phoebe, right? You don't know me, but I know you."
Phoebe frowned.
The woman smirked and mentioned a company name, leaving Phoebe stunned. "You used to be Raphael's secretary, right?"
"I was Raphael's secretary. So what?"
"So nothing. Before you, I was Raphael's secretary. He took advantage of me when I was drunk and sent me to an old man's bed. Later, I found out he changes secretaries every year, always looking for pure, pretty, Ivy League graduates. Skills don't matter as long as they can charm men."
The other two women's expressions turned into a mix of shock and gossip.
Phoebe pursed her lips. "So what are you trying to say? That you're a victim?"
Phoebe's gaze shifted past the woman to a little boy in a dark blue down jacket by the slide, about the same age as Hubert, Boris, and Noomi.
"Victim? I'm not that noble. I chose my path. This world is written by the victors. Look at me now, living a good life," the woman said, shamelessly proud.
The other two women exchanged curious glances. "Is that manager really like that?"
"Yeah, he used us to climb the social ladder for his gain. We were willing to be used because it meant we could live a life of luxury without working hard." The woman was brutally honest, not feeling ashamed of her actions.
"If you're so open about it, what are you resentful about?" Phoebe asked pointedly.
The woman looked down at Phoebe. "Of course I'm resentful. We worked just days apart. Why do you get to be with a handsome, rich man while I ended up with an old one?"
This statement shocked everyone. They realized the woman was truly unhinged.
"Don't be so bitter. Go home and look in the mirror," someone said harshly.
The woman sneered. "We're all selling our bodies. No one is nobler than the other. Some people just get lucky. Honestly, Phoebe, the manager did you a favor by finding you a good man."
Phoebe took a deep breath. "You project your filth onto others. It's truly sad."
"I'm filthy? And you're not? Don't act so high and mighty in front of me," the woman said, her face twisted with jealousy.
She hadn't known Theodore before, only finding him handsome and elegant.
Later, she saw him in a magazine and realized he was the wealthiest man in Kedora.
She had tried to approach him a few times at the playground, but he was always cold and distant.
She had even staged an incident, pushing her child to the ground and asking Theodore for tissues, but he remained indifferent.
His coldness hurt her, and she researched him extensively, falling hopelessly in love with him.
But she never got another chance to get close to him.
She watched from afar as other women tried to approach him, only to be coldly rejected.
She had imagined his wife must be a stunning, wealthy woman, the only kind worthy of him.
Then she saw Phoebe tonight.
Three years ago, she had seen Phoebe at the company. She was leaving the HR department when Phoebe was being led in.
She had casually inquired and learned Phoebe was the new secretary.
She had thought Phoebe fit the manager's type and wondered whose bed she would end up in.
But she never imagined that three years later, Phoebe would be with Theodore.
How could she accept that?
If she hadn't quit, if she had endured a bit longer, would this great fortune have fallen on her?
Phoebe looked at the woman, seeing the hatred and jealousy on her twisted face. "The biggest difference between us is that you chose to depend on men, while I always relied on myself. Believe it or not, I worked at that company for three months without any inappropriate relationships."
The woman sneered. "I heard you say your kids, Hubert, Boris, and Noomi, are only a month younger than mine. So you were pregnant while working there. Didn't you meet Mr. Reynolds then?"
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