Chapter 4The Roommate Who Married My Dad (In Her Dreams)

I shook with rage reading the comment. What a lunatic!

Tomorrow was the centennial celebration. Dad was invited as a guest speaker. I'd make him clarify everything personally!

Slap Tiffany in the face so hard she'd give up!

Too angry to eat, I went back to the dorm to call Dad.

Before I could dial, he video called me.

"Chloe, are you fighting with a classmate?"

I was confused. Did my cafeteria outburst reach him already?

"How do you know?"

Dad looked awkward, panning the camera.

In the video, Tiffany was strutting around Dad's office! Ordering employees around!

Acting like the boss's wife!

"Tiffany? She's sick! Dad, ignore her!"

"She told everyone you're her husband! That she's my stepmom! The whole school knows!"

"You have to clarify this at the celebration tomorrow! Or how can I stay here for four years!"

I was so anxious I stuttered, wanting to reach through the screen and slap her.

Dad looked shocked.

"My god, what's wrong with young people these days?"

"I'll have someone send her back. I'll clarify everything at your school tomorrow."

After hanging up, I was restless, planning how to lecture Tiffany when she returned.

Then I heard girls passing by the dorm whispering.

"This is the room. Daughter and stepmom living together! Scary."

"Damn, rich families are complicated."

I rushed out. "Who said she's my stepmom! She's lying!"

A girl shook off my hand, holding up her phone.

"Your family is so hypocritical! Your dad likes young girls, but you won't admit her status!"

I looked closer. It was Tiffany's Moments.

The latest post was a selfie in Dad's office, and a video of her ordering staff around.

[Checking on hubby's empire. Letting the staff recognize the Lady Boss!]

The previous post was a creepshot of me sleeping last night.

[Daughter is tired from a long day. Out like a light.]

Before that, the chat with my dad!

[With me here, daughter is safe at school~]

She never deleted them. She just blocked me from seeing them!

I ground my teeth in fury.

How can such a psycho exist!

I couldn't wait for tomorrow. I was going to tear her apart the moment she walked in!

Even if I got expelled!

But she didn't come back all night. Probably afraid.

The next day at the celebration, all the city's elites were there, including my dad.

Dad wore a custom suit, tall and fit, looking thirty despite being forty-something.

"Our seats are in the front row. I requested a family seat."

I nodded and followed him.

The next second, I almost fainted.

Tiffany, in a ballgown, was sitting right in the seat labeled "Mrs. Sterling," in front of everyone.