I'm His Great-Grandaunt

Summary

My classmate Missy—now engaged to the city’s richest bachelor, Carter Thorne—sent a group chat invite to everyone but me.

"I’ll serve tea to Carter’s great-grandaunt tomorrow," she wrote. "Certain jealous people should stay away."

It started when a photo surfaced of me kissing Carter’s forehead, calling him "sweet boy." For two years, Missy branded me a homewrecker and bullied me relentlessly.

I replied: "Even if invited, I’m busy overseeing my junior’s engagement."

The next day, they ambushed me at the party.