Ana's POV
Aileen dragged me to the long table and forced me into a seat. The moment she released her grip, I spotted angry red welts on my arm where her fingers had dug in.
"Ana, I caught the livestream. After all this time, I can't believe the Gaile family still harbors resentment toward you."
Across from me sat a woman with cotton-candy pink hair, her mini skirt barely covering her thighs. Her face held a certain appeal, yet something unsettling lurked beneath—the telltale signs of surgical enhancement.
I racked my brain but came up empty. This person was a complete stranger to me.
The pink-haired woman's lips curved into a cruel smile as she studied me. "Don't remember me?"
I shook my head.
Her mockery grew sharper as she tossed her artificial locks. "Of course, you've spent years playing housewife, skipping every single reunion. No wonder you've forgotten all of us."
