Spotting Sophia, Olivia froze momentarily. Some attendees, eager to curry favor with the Scott family, greeted her warmly.
Feeling smug, Olivia approached Sophia with a glass of wine in hand. Her tone was dripping with sarcasm as she said, “Well, well, isn’t this the former Mrs. Scott?”
Sophia snorted coldly. “Oh, and isn’t this the newly promoted mistress? For a moment, I didn’t recognize you.”
All eyes turned to Olivia, who paled visibly. She stammered, “Who are you calling a mistress? Let me warn you, I’m Scott Henry’s girlfriend and the future Mrs. Scott!”
“Yes, yes! Future Mrs. Scott!”
Sophia deliberately emphasized the word “future,” and to Olivia’s ears, it was undoubtedly mocking.
Sophia sneered, “So, when is this ‘future Mrs. Scott’ becoming the ‘current Mrs. Scott’? Or is it that the Scott family has no intention of bringing you into their home? How pitiful—you’re carrying a child, but the wedding is nowhere in sight.”
Olivia’s face darkened entirely. She gritted her teeth and said, “At least I’m better than you! Didn’t you lose to me and get kicked out by Scott Henry?” She followed it with a smug, cold laugh. “You’re pathetic! Scott Henry just didn’t like you, no matter what, and completely discarded you.”
“Thank him for that. Otherwise, how would I have the carefree life I’m living now?”
“Living well off Scott family’s alimony, aren’t you? Without the Scott family, do you think you could afford Chanel or carry Hermès?”
Olivia’s eyes turned red with envy as she glanced at Sophia’s outfit.
In truth, Olivia wasn’t entirely wrong. Sophia’s attire was mostly gifts from Livinus, which technically came from the Scott family’s wealth.
Before Sophia could respond, Chloe coldly interjected, “Olivia, watch your words. How much does the Scott family even give annually? Do you think that little bit of money is enough to cover Sophia’s expensive bags?”
This drew everyone’s attention to Sophia’s bag. Sophia was momentarily taken aback. She had some knowledge of the brand but wasn’t particularly attached to it. She rarely bought their products due to disinterest in their marketing practices.
While this brand’s bags generally cost tens of thousands, they weren’t outrageously expensive in her view.
The other socialites, however, recognized it instantly. One of them chuckled, “Isn’t this a limited-edition piece? Handcrafted, only three made annually? This bag alone must be worth over a million, right?”
“Yes, and there’s even a diamond-encrusted version that goes for two or three million. Bags like these aren’t just about money—you need connections to get them. Miss Smith, where did you get yours?”
“It suits Miss Smith perfectly. With my short stature, I could never pull it off.”
“Miss Smith really keeps a low profile. Her outfit today is worth as much as a sports car!”
Sophia didn’t particularly care for material possessions. In fact, seeing her home cluttered with items often irritated her, and she wished she could just toss them out.
“Exactly!” Chloe rolled her eyes and huffed, “This bag alone costs over a million, and the Scott family only gives ten million annually for the medicinal formula. That’s not even alimony, folks!”
The crowd murmured in agreement, criticizing the Scott family for being stingy and overly harsh on their daughters-in-law.
“So, she didn’t even get a penny in alimony?” someone whispered.
Olivia was furious. Sophia was the ex-wife, and she was the current partner. Normally, this wouldn’t matter, but the problem was that Olivia hadn’t officially married into the Scott family yet, leaving her status ambiguous.
Grinding her teeth, she retorted, “She’s just an intern with no income, relying on selling things online to survive. How could she afford such expensive bags? Let’s be honest—it’s all thanks to the Scott family’s money. If you’re benefiting, don’t act like you’re above it. From what I know, you don’t even own a car. You’re just trying to worm your way into events like this out of vanity, hoping to snag a rich heir. Isn’t that right?”
Feeling triumphant, Olivia sneered, “Look at yourself in the mirror. What rich man would want someone divorced like you? My advice? Stop dreaming and use the money you have to find a man who’ll take you. Settle down and live a realistic life.”
Chloe and Nancy were fuming, ready to argue, but Sophia stopped them. She looked Olivia up and down with a smirk and said:
“Olivia, your complexion looks pale, and your eyelids are also white. It’s clear you’re suffering from blood deficiency and poor health. Your dark circles suggest sleep problems and hormonal imbalance. If you’re truly as happy as you claim, why do you look so unwell? Why are you struggling with insomnia at night? Let me guess—could it be that Scott Henry that idiot has found himself another mistress, leaving you to keep the empty house?”
Olivia’s expression shifted dramatically, her hands clenching tightly.
Though she didn’t want to admit it, Sophia was right. Her insomnia had worsened, and her pregnancy often left her unable to sleep.
The doctors she consulted said it was a psychological issue. She constantly worried about why Scott Henry rarely came home at night, weighed down by her thoughts.
Lately, she had been recovering at home, yet Scott Henry’s visits had become increasingly infrequent.
Feeling exposed, Olivia’s heart ached.
