Chapter 130

Sophie instantly noticed the black suit Nichole was wearing, adorned with the Burke family crest on the chest. It was James' jacket.

“Ms. Sophie, Ms. Jenna...” Nichole greeted them with a smile. “What a coincidence.”

Jenna looked even worse than Sophie, especially after learning that James had hurt Sophie because of Nichole. Without a second thought, Jenna slapped Nichole right across the face.

Sophie couldn’t hold Jenna back in time, whose gaze turned icy.

Nichole’s eyes reddened instantly, tears welling up. “Ms. Jenna, what did I do? Why did you hit me?”

Nichole's tearful plea drew attention from students heading to their morning classes at Eastwood College, who only dared to watch from a distance.

Nichole was somewhat of a celebrity at Eastwood College, known not only for her outstanding achievements and good looks but also for her generally positive and kind image.

Most students had heard of Nichole’s good deeds. The boys, in particular, were protective of her.

“You ask why I hit you?” Jenna scoffed. “You spread rumors that Sophie is a gold-digger and slandered her on the school bulletin board! How can you be so shameless? Why are you clinging to someone else's husband?”

Nichole's tears streamed down her face. She looked like the whole world had misunderstood her. “Ms. Jenna, how can you insult me in front of all these people? I may be poor, but I have my dignity! I never did those things!”

Nichole's defiant expression continued, “You can't just slander me because Sophie is your close friend! I may be poor, but I won't let you tarnish my reputation! Even if you are wealthy, you can't just throw dirt on me like this!”

Jenna was angry but momentarily lost for words in the face of such moral coercion.

Sophie stepped in front of Jenna, amused by Nichole's act. “You are oor?”

Nichole still had that pitiful yet stubborn look as she faced Sophie.

Sophie had always just returned tit for tat with Nichole, never going too far or intending to make Nichole’s life at school unbearable.

But Nichole’s recent behavior had changed Sophie’s mind. She really shouldn’t have considered Nichole's dignity.

Sophie advanced, and Nichole, frightened, stepped back. “What are you going to do?!”

Sophie swiftly grabbed the bag from Nichole’s hands, pulling out one bank card after another. She also took the suit jacket draped over Nichole’s shoulders.

“All these bank cards, and not one of them wasn’t given to you by James. He gives you thousands every month for living expenses, covers your hefty tuition fees, bought you that bag, and pays for your daily essentials. Don’t forget, James and I are married—his money is our joint property. What right do you have to claim poverty? Where do you get the audacity to say you have integrity?”

Nichole looked mortified.

“This jacket belongs to James, right?” Sophie said coldly. “My husband is really thoughtful, funding your education, personally bringing you to school, and making sure you’re covered up, just so you won’t catch a cold.”

With those words, everyone around understood what was happening. A married man caring so deeply for another woman was a clear sign of an inappropriate relationship.

“Never thought Nichole was like that...”

“I thought she really had integrity, but it turns out she’s just a home-wrecker.”

“She’s living off a man and still dares to criticize the rightful wife!”

“It’s clear now that she must be jealous. She spread those rumors on the bulletin board. How evil!”

At the surrounding whispers, Nichole's face turned from pale to flushed.

Suddenly, a hand snatched the jacket from Sophie’s grasp.

Sophie was startled to see James draping the jacket over Nichole, his expression towards Sophie cold. “I’ve said before, I’ve never crossed the line with Nichole.”

“Crossed the line? What counts as crossing the line?”

Sophie chuckled lightly and said, “You take Nichole to all the major evening events, rush to her side the moment she’s sick, and repeatedly embarrass me, your wife, in public for her sake.”

With each word, James’ face grew more uncomfortable.

Sophie stepped closer, looking directly into James’ eyes, each word deliberate. “James, it’s not just sleeping together that crosses the line. What you’re doing now is even more disgusting.”

Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James)

Chapter 129 Falling For My Contractual Wife (Brian and Grace)

Chapter 784 Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love Chapter 153