The Good Girl's Revenge

Chapter 5

After humiliating Serena at the luxury store, I knew I had to ride out the storm and not give her any breathing room.

That night, I leaned into Lucien's arms, my voice carrying a hint of dreamy confusion, "Lucien, I've been having some hazy dreams about my old house and street for the past few days, and I've always felt that if I could visit those familiar places, it might help me to regain my memories."

Lucien's hand in my hair paused for a moment as he lowered his head, and I could feel his deep gaze fall on me.

"Where do you want to go?"

I looked up, my face showing confusion and anticipation befitting my persona, "I'm not quite sure where exactly. But the one that comes up in my dreams the most seems to be an apartment with a big view of the garden, I think I stayed there with Damian?"

I purposely kept my words vague, pinpointing my target to Damian's private residence.

The corner of Lucien's mouth curled up into a playful smile, and he seemed to instantly understand my intentions. He took out his cell phone and dialed Damian's number directly, even putting it on speakerphone, as if he had everything under control.

"Damian," Lucien's voice was languid, but with an imperious command, "Norah said she wanted to stop by your place and maybe remember something. Is tonight convenient for you?"

There was silence on the other end of the line for a few seconds, and I could almost imagine Damian's awkward dilemma. After the humiliation of the party and the luxury store, he must be wary of me. But he couldn't say no to Lucien's request.

"Okay," Damian finally agreed, his voice sounding a little hard, "come on over."

An hour later, we showed up at the door of Damian's private apartment.

The door is opened by Serena, dressed in a soft, silky housecoat, her hair pulled back casually, a deliberate, sovereign smile on her face, as if she were the lady of the house.

"Brother Lucien, Norah, you're here, come on in." She greeted warmly, with an air as if she were greeting two insignificant guests.

I ostensibly played the role of the amnesiac girlfriend who was dependent on Lucien and unfamiliar with her surroundings, clinging to his arm as I curiously and timidly surveyed the home I had once known so well, but which was now nothing but sickening irony.

"Norah, do you remember this place?" Damian walks out of the living room, and he looks at me with complicated eyes, tentative, resigned, and a hint of nostalgia that even he doesn't notice.

I shook my head before dropping my gaze to him and Serena, and said softly, "I just think you two look so good together."

The comment caused Damian's face to instantly freeze, while Serena's eyes flashed with undisguised amusement.

For the rest of the day, Serena played the role of hostess at every turn. She flaunted her familiarity with the house and Damian's affection for her.

She made coffee and proudly brought it to me, saying, "Norah, try it. Damian loves my coffee." The tone was as if she was rewarding me with a cup of scraps.

I took the coffee and just brought it up to the tip of my nose to sniff it, and immediately cringed in disgust. Then, I turned around and handed the cup to Lucien, saying in an extremely natural, even a little petulant tone, "Honey, this coffee is too bitter for my liking. Back to you, I want you to make it for me every morning."

As soon as my words fell, the atmosphere in the living room instantly froze. With this action, I not only completely denied Serena's credit but also staged an intimate love show with Lucien in front of Damian.

I saw Damian and Serena's faces become ugly at the same time, Lucien took the coffee cup with extreme cooperation, casually put it to the side, and then reached out to wrap his hand around my shoulders, his tone so doting that it could drip water: "Okay, I'll make you whatever you want to drink."

Watching them eat their words made my heart burst with joy. I decided to keep upping the ante.

I pointed to the picture on the wall of Damian and me, taken at our college graduation, with me smiling brightly while he tenderly wrapped his arms around me.

I tilted my head with a look of utter confusion on my face and whispered to myself:

"Is this girl ...... me? Why is she smiling so happily at this man? It looks so silly."

"It looks ...... so silly."

This sentence is a hundred times more lethal than asking who she is!

I'm not denying "who I am," I'm denying the person I was when I was with Damian. I was judging and despising my past self through the lens of the present, and that was the biggest insult to Damian - the time I spent with you was stupid, and it was not worth it.

Serena's face instantly turned green! Damian's face also turned extremely ugly; he probably never dreamed that one day our sweetest photo together would be defined by me with the word stupid.

Serena forced a smile and said through clenched teeth, "Norah, that's you and Damian, you used to be so close, of course you're going to smile."

"Yeah?" I blinked and immediately turned around and wrapped my arms around Lucien, burying my head in his embrace, my tone filled with dependence and a hint of fear, "But when I look at him now, I can't be happy at all, and I even feel a little bit scared. Lucien, it's still the safest to stay by your side."

My words, like a knife, plunged into Damian's heart again.

The time was almost right. I needed a bigger mess to pave the way for my true purpose.

I pick up the glass of water in front of me, and as I get up to pretend I'm going to visit the other rooms, my hand accidentally slips, and the entire glass of water splashes impartially on Serena's dress.

"Aah!" Serena shrieked and immediately jumped up from the couch, her white housecoat a wet mess.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I apologized in a rush, my face filled with panic and guilt, "I ...... didn't mean to!"

"Norah!" Damian finally couldn't help himself and let out a low growl, anger in his eyes.

"Don't be so mean to her," Lucien spoke coldly, shielding me behind him, his eyes sharp as knives, "She didn't mean it."

Serena was trembling with anger, but she couldn't get mad, so she could only grit her teeth and say, "I'm going to go change my clothes!" After saying that, she ran into the bedroom angrily.

Lucien stood up and, in a tone that brooked no argument, pulled the hard-faced Damian to the balcony: "Damian, I have some new ideas about the land on the east side of the city, let's have a chat."

I finally gained a few precious, unattended minutes.

My eyes, in an instant, locked onto the closed study door not far away.

There, the secret I wanted must be hidden!