His Last Mistake Was Calling Me A Whore

Summary

I’ve always rejected the idea of inner turmoil.

When a college roommate accused me of theft, I called the police immediately and told them to search my side of the room. When a professor, threatened by my confidence, slut-shamed me in her office, I brought the entire class in and forced her to point out the specific man I was supposedly trying to 'charm.'

My reputation quickly preceded me. No one dared to cross me—until that dinner party.

I’d just returned from the restroom when I heard my boyfriend’s 'girl friend'—a blonde named Vanessa Hill—delivering her assessment right outside the…