Now I realized that Zack was just despicable. Otherwise, how could he come up with such a disgusting idea as pretending to be poor to deceive his girlfriend?
Zack's face turned red from my scolding, and he was about to fight back when the password lock of the house rang.
When I looked at my "pure best friend" in a Chanel white dress and carrying a Louis Vuitton bag, memories from my past life came flooding back.
In my previous life, Daisy Scott was fired by the company and had nowhere to go, so I took her in.
I let her live in my house without asking for a penny to help her relieve the pressure, but she got together with Zack while I was working hard outside.
When caught in bed, Daisy got down on her knees in self-blame and said to me pitifully, "Catherine, I'm sorry. I know this is wrong, but I can't control my feelings for Zack. I'm a bad woman. If you can't accept it, I can die."
Zack, a selfish fool, being moved by her affectionate and righteous appearance, protected Daisy behind him.
"Daisy and I truly love each other. She is pure and kind, giving me all her pure love. She's completely different from gold diggers like you who are aggressive and hypocritical!"
I was so angry that I almost suffocated.
Why did I stoop so low to become a bar girl?! Wasn't it because Zack said he had failed in his business and owed a lot of debts, almost being forced to commit suicide and needing a large amount of money?!
Daisy saw my bloodshot eyes, and without distinguishing right from wrong, she spoke up for Zack, "Catherine, why are you arguing with Zack again? Zack is under a lot of pressure right now. If he did something wrong, you should just humor him.
"Men all like gentle and considerate women. Catherine, you should learn to humor Zack slowly. Otherwise, Zack will be so pitiful."
In my previous life, although I was angry when I heard that rubbish, I never said anything because of our many years of friendship.
But when I heard those things again, I felt disgusted and hated myself for being blind in my past life and not realizing that she was a bitch.
I nodded and pretended to be obedient.
"Daisy, you're right. I will quit my job and humor Zack at home."
"Quit, quit your job?" Daisy seemed to not believe what she heard and then remembered something.
"It's okay to quit the job in the bar. That place is no good anyway. You still have nine jobs left."
I sneered.