Chapter 400:


    Tracy let out a mockingugh. “Stop deluding yourself. Brian never liked you. If he did, he wouldn’t have kept you a secret.” Every word Tracy said was the harsh truth.


    And painful truths always cut the deepest.


    Rachel had seen iting and thought she could handle it, but hearing Tracy say it out loud still felt like a p to the face.


    Tracy, growing bolder, sneered. “Rachel, you’ve only ever been a stand-in. If I sugarcoat it, that’s what I’d call you. You should at least know your ce. Don’t forget where you stand.”


    Rachel’s face turned cold in an instant.


    She stepped forward and grabbed Tracy by the cor, her voice sharp as ice. “Tracy, you’d better stay quiet for a while. If you keep pushing me, I won’t think twice about exposing my rtionship with Brian. And when that happens, your little fairytale romance will turn into a scandal overnight. You’ll be nothing but the infamous ‘other woman,’ hated by everyone.”


    Tracy let out a soft chuckle, utterly unbothered.


    “Oh, Rachel… Do you really think anyone will believe you? They’ll just assume you’re bitter, making up stories because you can’t stand seeing me with him.”


    Rachel’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. “Oh? Is that so? Then what if Carol vouches for me? What if I show them our wedding rings and the invitations?”


    Tracy’s smirk faltered. Her confidence began to crack, and as realization set in, her face darkened.


    “I don’t scare that easily.”


    Rachel met her gaze without a hint of hesitation. “If you’re so sure, then go ahead and call my bluff. I’ve got nothing to lose.”


    With that, she turned on her heel, unwilling to waste another second on this conversation.


    But Tracy wasn’t done. She reached out and grabbed Rachel’s wrist.


    Rachel instinctively yanked her hand away, and in that split second, a sharp sound rang out—clear and shattering, like fragile ss hitting the floor.


    She turned her head just in time to see themotion unfold. A waiter’s tray had tipped over, sending ssware crashing onto the floor, splintering into countless pieces. And right in the middle of the mess was Tracy.


    She hadnded awkwardly, her once-elegant white gown now a mess. Her carefully styled hair was in disarray, strands falling over her face. The shattered ss glimmered under the lights as it scattered around her, some shards evennding on her dress and skin.


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    But instead of crying, she put on a delicate, sorrowful look, ying the perfect damsel in distress.


    Rachel could neverpete with her in this game. Pretending to be fragile and innocent? Just the thought made her sick.


    “Rachel, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have stopped you. I know you didn’t do it on purpose,” Tracy murmured, biting her lip, her eyes full of understanding.


    Rachel said nothing and simply watched her little performance.


    Then, someone in the crowd gasped, “She’s bleeding! Tracy is bleeding!”


    All eyes instantly dropped to the floor.


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