The Wrong Savior: A Tale of Mistaken Identity and RedemptionChapter 3

As he turned to leave, I crawled forward and wrapped my arms around his legs.

"I promise I won't love you anymore," I begged. "Please, just save me."

He frowned, clearly not expecting this. His face twisted with contempt, exuding the air of someone far above me.

"Charlotte Coleman, I never thought I'd see you lose your dignity like this," he sneered. "You should be grateful I haven't killed you already."

"Ha! Save you? Do you realize you're lower than a dog right now?"

"James, Mr. Zhang, I swear I'll never love you again," I pleaded robotically. "Just take me with you."

I clung to his legs as if possessed, my heart numb with pain. But I was used to it by now.

Compared to staying alive, what did dignity or pride matter anymore?

But he forcefully shook me off, flicking his cigarette butt next to my shoe.

"Charlotte Coleman, you need to understand," he said coldly. "You mean less to me than this discarded cigarette."

Behind me, the people who once fawned over me as the Coleman heiress now looked on with mockery.

Another drink was poured over my head, soaking my clothes with red wine.

"Look how far the mighty have fallen," someone sneered.

"Wasn't she so high and mighty before?" another chimed in. "Didn't she threaten to destroy us if we ever crossed her?"

A shoe pressed against my face, but I barely reacted as I slowly stood up.

"I'll clean this up, ladies and gentlemen," I said tonelessly.

"Oh, have you turned over a new leaf?" someone mocked.

A female voice cut through the crowd - Megan. Back when I was still Charlotte Coleman, she had a crush on James. I had treated James like my personal property back then, warning off any girl who got too close.

Karma really does come back around, I thought bitterly.