Chapter 333
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“Wow, what a smooth response—no wonder you’re in management now,” one of them teased.
The group chat continued to feel lighthearted.
Then, out of nowhere, a sharp comment appeared.
“Linsey, you were so average in school. Who would’ve thought that after marrying your husband, you’d end up so far ahead of all of us? Looks like you really hit the jackpot. I’m honestly jealous of you!”
As soon as someone mentioned Linsey’s husband, a palpable tension swept through the group chat, followed by an awkward silence.
Everyone in the chat knew that Linsey had married Collin, the eldest son of the prestigious Riley family—a name surrounded by both respect and hushed whispers. Wasn’t it widely rumored that Collin had a disability?
Indeed, the gossip mill churned with speculation, branding the marriage as sheer madness. Behind closed doors, the consensus was clear: Linsey had married for money, drawn to Collin’s considerable wealth.
Beneath the surface, an unspoken disdain lingered, though no one dared voice it aloud. Who would willingly provoke the Riley family?
Linsey’s expression tightened, a subtle crease forming in her brow as she sensed the provocation behind the comments.
Her eyes landed on the name attached to the message—Beth Barnes, a former college classmate who had always held a grudge against her.
True to form, Beth tagged Linsey directly.
“Linsey, just a heads-up for this weekend’s reunion—we’re encouraged to bring our partners. Will your husband be joining us?”
Seconds later, she feigned concern, cloaking her intent with a veneer of politeness.
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“Oh, right, I almost forgot. Your husband, Collin, is in a wheelchair, isn’t he? Unfortunately, he probably won’t be able to attend the reunion. You must have a lot on your plate. Since we’re old classmates, would you like me to recommend a reputable orthopedic specialist for Collin?”
As she read Beth’s message, a shadow crossed Linsey’s face. She seethed at the veiled insult hidden in Beth’s faux sympathy.
Without hesitation, her fingers flew across the keyboard, her response sharp and direct.
“Thanks, but no thanks. If you’re really in the mood to recommend doctors, maybe a neurologist would be more appropriate for you—someone to help with that persistent gossiping habit you’ve nurtured since college.”
Beth replied quickly, her words brimming with indignation.
“Linsey, what exactly are you insinuating? Are you saying there’s something wrong with my brain?”
She offered a chilly smirk, her words slicing through the tension. “I didn’t say a word about your brain. But it seems you’re quick to confess. Really, if there’s an issue, seeking treatment might be wise.”
Beth, seething with anger, managed to type out another message. “Linsey, how dare you speak to me that way?”
Remaining calm, Linsey replied, “Just looking out for you since we’re old classmates. Or did I strike a nerve? Is there really a problem?”
Beth was so agitated that her response came out almost frantic. “Linsey! You…”
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