Ten years ago, my best friend took my place in the postgraduate program in exchange for my place in the postgraduate program, followed my example in life, and became a rich and wealthy wife that everyone envied.
Ten years later, I came to the door as a gold medal housekeeper, bent over with a smile, and settled down step by step.
She hired me to trample me under her feet and humiliate me wantonly; I stayed on to set up the overall situation and let her suffer the consequences.
Trivial matters, fussing about in the middle of the night, heart-wrenching words, I accept them all.
Cameras in the dark, personal voice recorders, recorded her meanness, her husband's violence, marital disputes, secret transfer of property... Every section was ironclad evidence to send her out.
I don't make any noise or make a fuss. I only fiddle with it gently, which will cause conflicts, tear apart the mask, and ignite public opinion.
Kindness has long been sharpened by ten years of suffering, and soft-heartedness has long been rotten in the mud of the past.
Later, I went from being a forbearer in housekeeping to becoming the housekeeping queen sought after by the entire Internet.
And the woman who bullied me, under the judgment of public opinion, was ruined and will never be able to make a comeback!
The unexpected reversal is that the gift of fate has already been marked with a price in secret.
(The pace of this article is fast, the counterattack is refreshing, and the heroine is highly intelligent but not a virgin, so feel free to read)
