Revenge Forged in Prison

Chapter 115: Admitting It

Raquel decided Gianna had lost her mind and refused to continue the conversation.

“If that’s all you came to say, I’m leaving.”

As Raquel turned to go, Gianna panicked.

“Raquel, I genuinely want to make amends. When we first became friends, it wasn’t because you were Caleb’s girlfriend. It was because I thought you were kind. The first time I saw you, you picked up an abandoned puppy and gave it a sausage. Even though it was just a small gesture, it moved me deeply. I wanted to be friends with someone like you, not those socialites who only care about status.”

Her words were heartfelt enough to sway most people. But Raquel wasn’t most people. She remembered the incident, though the truth wasn’t as noble as Gianna believed. That day, she’d been waiting for a friend who had gone to buy bread and had become impatient. Suddenly, a scruffy little dog barged into her line of sight. It was filthy, with a collar still around its neck, clearly abandoned by its owner. Disgusted, she’d tossed it a free sausage from her bag. The supermarket owner had given her this sausage; she detested eating such junk food, so she treated it as a boon and gifted it to the puppy. The puppy, presumably having not had a full meal in a long time, became excited at the scent of the food. It eagerly snatched up the sausage. Hot dogs were considered junk food, but not necessarily the dogs that had eaten hot dogs.

An idea struck Raquel. She gently crouched down in front of the dog.

“Little thing, want to come home with me? My house has endless treats. You’ll never starve again.”

This was nothing more than a trivial matter, yet Gianna had remembered it all these years. Rather than admit the truth, Raquel smiled cruelly.

“So you do know, Gianna. You’re just a pathetic b*tch who can’t live without a man. Without your dad, you’re nothing.”

Her laughter grew louder.

“I don’t care if you approached me for Caleb or whatever. Remember this: Once someone pushes me away, I no longer want them!”

She started to walk away. Gianna fell to the ground with a thud.

“Raquel, yell at me. Hate me all you want. But my feelings for you were real. I came today hoping we could move past this. I don’t want us to remain enemies. Name your terms. As long as it’s within my capabilities, I’ll do it.”

Raquel turned around in surprise, and when she saw the disheveled appearance of Gianna, her vanity rapidly swelled. A rush of satisfaction flooded her.

“Fine. Kneel there and admit you’re a wh*re, and I’ll let bygones be bygones.”

As Raquel towered over Gianna, her face shone with triumph, as if she’d won some grand victory.

“Okay, I admit it.”

Gianna took a deep breath and shouted, “I, Gianna Sherman, am a man-stealing whre. I’m a hypocritical btch who plays the saint!”