When David Brown and Christina got engaged, I was at a bar, completely wasted, with their wedding invitation lying on the table in front of me.

At that bar, I saw David's friends.

They used to greet me politely as Mrs. Brown, but ever since they learned Christina had returned from abroad, they stopped calling me that.

One of them even walked past me just now, sneering as he said:

"Amy, it looks like you're not doing too well since the divorce with David, huh?"

My best friend Lily pulled me behind her and shot back:

"He's just a lousy guy, who cares."

"Our Amy is rich and beautiful, Who...