Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 151

Sandra froze in surprise—she hadn’t expected Anastasia to confront her head-on.

Flustered, she tried to sound tough, but her bravado rang hollow. “Did I say anything wrong? With your exam scores, you couldn’t even get into a third-rate college. How did you manage to get into Kingsbridge University? Don’t you know yourself?”

Anastasia couldn’t help but laugh inwardly. She’d gotten into Kingsbridge on her own merit—when had her grades ever fallen short of even a mediocre college’s standards?

“You sound so sure of yourself. Acting like you’ve actually seen my grades,” she shot back, her voice cool. “We’re all students at Kingsbridge now. Haven’t you heard that spreading rumors is illegal?”

“When did I ever spread rumors—?”

“Then show me some proof!” Anastasia cut her off sharply. “If you have no evidence, what else is it but gossip?”

She’d meant to say more, but right then her phone buzzed in her pocket—Harrison was calling!

In an instant, nothing else seemed to matter. She tossed out one last sentence, her tone icy:

“We’re all adults here. I hope you can think for yourself instead of believing every bit of nonsense you hear. Let me guess—Penelope told you all this, didn’t she? Here’s a bit of advice: stay away from people with real character issues like her.”

With that, she grabbed her phone and strode out of the classroom without a backward glance.

This was the first time her husband had ever called her!

What could he want?

“Hey, sweetheart!” She answered quickly, unable to hide her excitement.

“Are you busy tonight?” His voice was deep, smooth, and magnetic on the other end.

Anastasia glanced at the class group chat—there were no lectures scheduled for tonight, just a class meeting. The messages said only the class officers needed to attend; even the homeroom teacher wouldn’t be there. Without hesitation, she replied, “No, I’m free tonight!”

“Meet me at the school gate.”

“Okay!”

“Exactly. Everyone knows the Sterlings paid for Anastasia to get into Kingsbridge. That’s just common knowledge, isn’t it?”

“Isn’t she just some distant relative the Sterlings took in? They’ve treated her more than generously. They even spent a fortune getting her into Kingsbridge, and Penelope’s always been kind to her. Now she’s accusing Penelope of having bad character?”

“She’s the one with issues! I heard she’s been telling people she’s the real Sterling heiress. Can you believe it?”

“That’s hilarious. I’m pretty sure there’s only one true Sterling heiress at Kingsbridge—and it’s not her. If she’s the real heiress, then who’s Penelope supposed to be?”

Helen sat silently at her desk, hearing every word. She knew the truth, but she didn’t speak up to defend Anastasia. All she could think about was the necklace she still hadn’t gotten her hands on. The thought made her seethe.

Unaware of the gossip swirling behind her, Anastasia reached the school gates as fast as she could. Her eyes lit up instantly when she spotted the familiar car parked by the curb.

She broke into a run, her heart skipping.

Through the half-open window, she saw him—Harrison, dark-haired and striking, waiting for her in the back seat.