“”“I’m coming“”
Mrs. Davis was popular.
Harper packed her bags and ran to the car.
Then she saw the phones.
“Who are you? Security!”
“Homewrecker!”
“What are you saying?”
“Don’t you recognize me? I’m the one you call
a cow! I lost my husband!”
Mrs. Davis slapped her.
Mrs. Davis slapped her.
Harper said, “I’ll kill you!”
They fought.
There were people who were helping her.
Harper saw me.
“Willow, help me!”
I scoffed.
“Don’t beat her up. She’s just a homewrecker
and gave rich guys drugged women. Why
can’t we forgive her?”
Harper tried to run. A truck hit her.
“What the hell!”
Harper said, “Where am I?”
She said, “Willow? Are you alive?”
She said, “What happened? I was getting
married.”
Harper had come back to life.
She got pulled out of a dream. It must have
been the worst dream she had ever had.
“Lance. You guys can’t touch me. Tell Lance!”
She couldn’t get up.
Some users said, “Lance is in prison.”
“That crazy woman.”
“Too bad she wants Lance.”
I called her mom.
They took her away.
She was crazy in prison.
It was over.
Mr. Davis gave me the jewelry.
I graduated and became the boss.
I got rid of Harper.
