Years after graduation, someone suddenly tags me in the class group chat. "Mr. Warren is gravely ill, Mira. Aren't you going to do anything? You really are heartless!"

I only realize what's going on when I click on the fundraising link in the chat.

Our high school homeroom teacher, Joseph Warren, has late-stage cancer. Thus, Lyra Fairfield, the class belle, is leading a fundraiser and patient-donor matching process.

"I'll donate ten thousand dollars. My husband is the director of Waverly General Hospital, and I've already asked him to arrange a VIP ward for Mr. Warren."

Right after I send that message, the group pounces on me.

"Mira, you contracted an STD back then and tried to pin it on Lyra. She didn't even hold it against you, and now you're trying to steal her thunder? You're unbelievable!"

"I can't believe you're still lying through your teeth during such a serious situation. You never change, do you?"

Lyra immediately defuses the tension. "Mira, I don't blame you for what happened in the past, but you really shouldn't impersonate the director's wife. I've already arranged the ward and surgery, and I'm donating another 100 thousand dollars to Mr. Warren!"

I'm this close to laughing out of sheer anger.

She's the one who scratched her name off the diagnosis report and framed me for having an STD all those years ago. I never even confronted her about it, and now she's playing the victim?

Lyra soon posts a photo in the group chat, showing off her husband's car. Yet, when I see the man in the passenger seat, I guffaw.

Isn't that my husband's driver? When did he start running a hospital?

After reading the messages in the group chat, I immediately called our family driver, James Lowe, and had him take me to the hospital.

However, he told me, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Kensington. Something came up at home today. I've already asked Mr. Kensington for a day off. If you don't mind, I'll have Chris go with you instead?"

James had worked for us for a decade now. He had always been diligent and had never made a single mistake, which was precisely why I had no idea how someone like him ended up getting involved with a woman like Lyra Fairfield.

I was at a loss for words, but there was nothing I could do. Thus, I asked Chris Baker to pick me up instead and bought plenty of imported supplements.

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By the time I finished the compatibility test for the donation drive, a crowd had formed at the entrance of the VIP ward.

Everyone swarmed Lyra, showering her with flattery.

"Lyra, you truly live up to your reputation as the class beauty. You're gorgeous, capable, and even snagged yourself a hospital director husband!"

"Mr. Kensington's so young, yet he's already the director. I'm sure his future is going to be bright!"

"Right? I heard that Mr. Kensington is a specialist in rare diseases. With him around, Mr. Warren will definitely be fine!"

"Why are you still calling Lyra by her name? You should call her Mrs. Kensington now. When's the wedding, Mrs. Kensington? We want to be there to congratulate you!"

Everyone crowded around Lyra, showering her with compliments and referring to her as Mrs. Kensington the whole time.

Lyra basked in all the attention, beaming as she handed out invitations to her wedding next month at The Summit.

When our former classmates heard that the wedding would be held at the largest hotel in the city, their eyes practically sparkled, and they started sucking up to her once again.

I rolled my eyes, ignored every single one of them, and walked into the ward with the supplements I had bought.

Lyra, however, spotted me right away. Her face was alight with joy as she called out, "Mira, you actually came!"

Because she called out to me, everyone else turned to face me, though their tone was clearly much less amiable.

"I can't believe she still has the nerve to show up. Back then, she contracted an STD because she couldn't keep her legs closed. Then, she erased her name from the report and pinned it on Lyra to avoid embarrassment."

"If Lyra hadn't shown us her test results to prove she was clean, we would've bought Mira's lies!"

"Someone as vile as Mira has no business visiting Mr. Warren. I feel sick just breathing the same air as her!"

Back then, a diagnosis slip for an STD had appeared in our classroom out of nowhere. Because Lyra and I had visited the infirmary at the same time, she pinned it on me.

Later, our homeroom teacher, Joseph Warren, had pulled me aside and told me the slip had actually been Lyra's. However, her family was extremely stringent, and if the truth had gotten out, she might have been beaten to death, so he had asked me to keep it a secret.

I had already been on my way abroad for school, so I hadn't bothered to explain myself.

That said, I hadn't expected Lyra to keep up the act for so long, making me take the blame until now.

Not wanting to waste my breath on this group of fools, I walked into the ward, set the supplements down, and turned to leave.

Yet, Lyra abruptly slapped me hard in the face. "You sure are shameless, Mira! How could you bring Mr. Warren supplements when you have an STD? Are you trying to infect him?

"After all these years, you haven't changed one bit. I can't believe you're still attempting to spread your STD to everyone around you!"

I was caught off guard. When I finally came back to my senses, I demanded, "What makes you think I have an STD?"

Lyra sneered, pulled out a sheet of paper, and shoved it in my face. "Drop the act. I have everyone's compatibility results right here. You tested positive for HIV, so there's no way you can be a donor match for Mr. Warren!"

My name was printed plainly at the top. Beneath it was a horrifying list of diagnoses.

Several of our former classmates, who were nearby, took a closer look at it. The way they looked at me instantly turned nasty.

"You slut, you contracted all those high-risk STDs, yet you still dare to show your face around us!"

"Lyra even begged us not to bring up your embarrassing past."

"Turns out, you really have no shame. Are you trying to infect Mr. Warren?"

"Trash like you deserves to be taught a lesson!"

Several tall, muscular men rushed over and kicked me to the ground. Then came a barrage of punches and kicks.

My head slammed against the floor, sending stars exploding across my vision. Before I could catch my breath, two more kicks landed squarely on my face.

Dirty shoe prints smeared across my cheek, and my face swelled in no time.

However, they didn't stop there. Pointing at the expensive jewelry I was wearing, one of them said, "Look, her earrings are the same as Lyra's!"

"Yeah, right. Lyra's the general hospital director's wife. Mira, on the other hand, is just a slut who's been passed around!

"Did you forget how she pretended to be Lyra in the class chat and claimed she was the hospital director's wife?"

"Do you really think someone like her could afford anything authentic?"

"Everything on her is knockoff trash. Let's rip it all off her. She should've seen this coming when she wore them out to fool people!"

Hands came at me from every direction. In seconds, the women had yanked off my earrings, hair clips, and necklace. Their long nails scratched my face, and a huge chunk of my hair was ripped out.

Yet, none of them showed the slightest intention of stopping. In fact, they reached for my clothes next.

"Let's strip her! She likes to sell herself anyway."

"Exactly! She contracted all those STDs. Who knows how many men she's slept with?"

"I did no such thing!" I tried to fight them off, but there were too many of them. I didn't stand a chance.

My expensive coat was shredded within moments, and soon, I was left in only my underwear.

Humiliation burned through me. I curled up into a ball and tried to protect what little dignity I had left.

Yet, they deliberately dragged me out into the open, unboxed the supplements I had brought, and poured all of them on me. The sticky mess covered me from head to toe.

I must have looked pathetic, like a drenched stray, because the passersby pointed at me and whispered among themselves.

Meanwhile, Lyra, the instigator, stood a few steps away with her arms crossed and a self-righteous look on her face.

"Mira, you should just admit that you contracted another STD. Since you haven't infected Mr. Warren yet, I can talk everyone into forgiving you."

I was about to argue when someone called out, "Mrs. Warren is here!"

Elizabeth Green, Joseph's wife, had been the school doctor at the time. She was the one who had diagnosed Lyra with an STD. Hence, a glimmer of hope flickered in my eyes.

The next second, Elizabeth greeted Lyra warmly. "What's going on here, Lyra? You're about to become the wife of the hospital director. How could you still be so careless?"

Lyra slipped right back into her sweet, gracious persona and looped her arm through Elizabeth's affectionately. However, when she looked at me, her eyes were full of contempt. "I'm not the problem here, Mrs. Warren. Mira is the one with no shame.

"She knows she's STD-positive, yet still acts as if she were clean and came for the compatibility test. She's basically trying to infect Mr. Warren!"

Elizabeth's expression changed in an instant. "You've gone too far, Mira!" she snapped at me.

My classmates chimed in, "Exactly! She did the same thing back then. She contracted an STD and tried to pin it on Lyra."

"I'm telling you, people like her never change. Garbage like her should just die!"

Elizabeth's gaze flickered.

I hoped she would tell the truth. After all, she was the one who had examined Lyra in the first place.

To my surprise, she switched gears and adopted a patronizing tone. "Isn't all that ancient history now? Mira was in the wrong, but Lyra didn't hold it against her, so you should all drop the matter.

"Mira, apologize to Lyra, and compensate my husband 100 thousand dollars for the emotional duress. Then, we can forget this ever happened."

I couldn't believe my ears. I bet it was because Lyra told Elizabeth that her husband's ward and doctors were all arranged because she was the wife of the hospital director.

That had to be the reason why she dared to lie through her teeth and nail that dirty accusation to my name.

Meanwhile, my self-righteous classmates believed her ridiculous claim and helped her gang up on me. Yet, they were unaware that Lyra wasn't the wife of the hospital director. She was only an impostor.

I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and looked Elizabeth straight in the eye. "I'm not apologizing. Also, you know perfectly well who that test result belonged to. I still have her—"

I was about to lay out the truth from that year when Lyra pinched Elizabeth.

Lyra then marched up to me and slapped me across the face with all her strength, yelling at the top of her lungs, "You bitch, at this point, you still won't own up to it? In that case, you leave me no choice. Drag her out!"

As soon as her words fell, my classmates swarmed me and dragged me out of the hospital.

Only just arriving, Chris took one look at my battered state and went pale. He hurried toward me and fretted, uttering, "Are you alright, Mrs. Kensington?"

Yet, his words sent the crowd roaring with laughter.

"Hold on. Did he just call her Mrs. Kensington? How could a filthy bitch like her be Mrs. Kensington?"

"Mira, you really don't know when to quit, huh? First, you pretended to be Lyra, the wife of the hospital director, and now you hired some guy to pretend you're rich. Is this how you scam old men into funding your lifestyle?"

"As if that's not enough, she even has the same car as Lyra. Don't tell me she rented it for the day."

"Let's smash it and bleed her dry!" Lyra hollered as everyone else grabbed bricks and rushed toward my car.

Chris tried to stop them, but he was shoved to the ground. The group also started beating him up, slamming their fists into his face.

"Since you're so into earning money, here's your big break!"

"We'll cripple you and make that bitch pay your medical bills!"

"Serves you right for being greedy! You deserve to be beaten to death!"

Chris and I both suffered inhumane treatment. Within moments, my luxury car was destroyed beyond recognition.

All of a sudden, someone spotted the imported medicine in my trunk and pulled it out. My heart lurched.

It was the specialized medication I had bought my mother-in-law when I was overseas.

I had intended to give them to her at the hospital today. But I never imagined they'd be dug out like this.

Someone read the label aloud. "Sildenafil… isn't this Viagra?"