Revenge After rebirth novel Chapter 4

Mayra quickly readjusted to her high school life on the third day after Anderson left her life. She was a student at Stuyvesant High, five bus stops away from her apartment.

That morning, she bought some breakfast and took the earliest bus to school. Staring at the familiar, yet surreal, streets, she felt as though she was reliving her past or dreaming.

The digital screens on the buildings around her were all broadcasting the news of the marriage between the Barlows and the Fishers.

Isabel stood in front of the reporter, giving a polished interview. Holding Anderson's arm, she beamed while answering the interview questions. She said, "Yes. We're getting engaged soon. It'll happen next week."

The reporter remarked, "Congratulations, Mrs. Barlow. I wish you a happy marriage in advance."

She beamed. "Thank you!"

The camera switched angles and zoomed into the ring on her finger as she smiled proudly. But Anderson, who stood beside her in a suit, looked as distant as ever. His deep eyes glinted with indifference.

He was such a good-looking man. In fact, Mayra had never met a better-looking man than him. Isabel, though average-looking, made a good match with him because of their aristocratic airs. To the public at least, they were a match made in heaven.

"Anderson Barlow, I will not be a burden to you in this life, and I will not disrupt your life in the future," promised Mayra.

The reporter pressed on, "Well, should we start calling you Mrs. Barlow then?"

Isabel looked rather abashed and did not offer a reply. Finally, Anderson spoke up and shifted the topic back to the Barlow Group's future plans.

This was the life Anderson deserved. As a scion, he was blessed with a future wife who was also a childhood friend. Mayra knew that, in comparison, she was nothing but a random outsider who had forced her way into his life.

"Anderson, in this life, I wish you and Isabel a long and happy marriage."

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Mayra arrived at Stuyvesant High and went to her homeroom on the second floor. She had some time to herself before the first class.

Mayra's academic performance was fairly decent. She hadn't forgotten her lessons from her past life, so she managed to follow the math lesson that morning.

"Mayra, I heard you took leave from school. What were you up to?" her classmate Emily White inquired.

Mayra cast a glance at the injury on her wrist. She had gotten the stitches removed the day before yesterday. The wound was almost healed by now. Not wanting to explain, she cooked up an excuse. "Nothing. I ran a fever."

"Oh, is it? Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah."

Emily suddenly questioned, "By the way, I heard that Gordon asked you to be his girlfriend. Is it true? Did you say yes?"

Mayra paused in the middle of taking some notes. She would never forget the name Gordon Thorp.

Gordon, Anderson's archenemy and the future tycoon of a tech company, came from nothing and made his fortune through his business. Later on, he would become a wealthy man who would be on equal footing with Anderson.

In Mayra's past life, she had manipulated Gordon's affection for her and instructed him to orchestrate Isabel's car accident.