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?"

"Unbelievable! I told you she was sleeping around. Why else would she keep Viagra in her car?"

"She's always prepared, huh? What a slut!"

"I don't even want to touch that stuff. It's disgusting!"

My former classmate abruptly let go of the medicine, and the whole box of glass vials crashed onto the ground.

"Don't!" I yelled, but I was a second too late. The medicine shattered across the pavement.

I scrambled over and tried to see if there was anything salvageable, but Lyra forcefully kicked the box away.

"At this point, you still won't admit you have an STD, Mira? You're carrying that kind of drug around. Who are you trying to fool?"

I trembled with anger and glared at Lyra, who looked like a demon to me at this moment. Gritting my teeth, I warned her, "You'll pay for what you've done!"

Yet, she laughed so hard that she almost teared up. Clutching her stomach, she pointed at me and asked, "Did you hear that? She's still threatening me!"

"Seriously. Why are you letting a woman who's been passed around by half the city threaten you, Lyra? You're the hospital director's wife!"

"Believe it or not, you won't be able to find a single doctor in this city who'd be willing to treat your STD if you offend her!"

"I think she's been spoiled rotten by all her boy toys. Let's give her a good beating, and she'll learn her place!"

Right after saying that, they grabbed a large bucket filled with asphalt and started toward me.

Fear flooded my eyes.

Just then, a familiar Ferrari rolled into view. James, my family's driver and Lyra's boyfriend, stepped out.

The flashy car immediately drew everyone's attention.

"Woah! As expected of the director of a general hospital. He must own a lot of luxurious cars!"

"You've hit the jackpot, Lyra. Don't forget us when you officially become the director's wife!"

Lyra soaked up all their flattery, practically glowing with pride. "Of course I won't. If you ever need anything, just say the word. My husband has plenty of connections!"

Lyra latched onto James's arm and whinged, "What took you so long, honey? There's a nasty woman here who tried to hide her STD and infect all of us!"

James' expression darkened when she heard that. "Who the hell dared to bully my wife? Don't worry, babe. I'll take care of them for you!"

Lyra was pleased when she heard that. She led him up to me and pointed right at my nose. "It's alright, honey. I've already punished this bitch. But she still refuses to admit she has an STD, and she even tried to frame me!"

Everyone else nodded in agreement. "Exactly! She even pretended to be the wife of Waverly General Hospital's director. She's so shameless!"

James' anger boiled over. Ignoring my swollen, battered face, he gripped my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye.

He was about to teach me a lesson when he got a clear look at my face.

In a heartbeat, the color drained from his face, and his voice trembled. "M-Mrs. Kensington… What are you doing here?"