Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 838

The girl quickly signed up for Twitter, retweeted Wilma’s tweets, and added some spicy comments.

[Wilma always had my back. She’s a bit hot–headed, and with Alma suddenly joining the crew, Wilma had to do a lot of re–shooting. And get this: Alma slapped Wilma eighteen times in our scenes together, and Wilma never hit back. It was only when Alma started messing with me that Wilma finally lost it.]

She kept mentioning Wilma, making it seem like they were BFFs when, in fact, they had never met.

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Maja was right; they were putting on a show, making Wilma the underdog and the face of justice in the eyes of the public.

And the icing on the cake? All of this was spilled by the girl who got her guaranteed spot stolen, right on Twitter. And to prove she wasn’t bluffing, she even started a live stream.

She decided to take on the whole Casson family. Even though her parents were janitors, everyone loved a good David vs. Goliath story.

her live stream was packed in no time. The server even crashed for a few minutes because of the sudden influx of viewers.

live stream, she pulled out all

I

are the guys Alma bribed. Here’s their testimony at the police station, but the Casson family’s influence is too big, the cops didn’t dare to dig deeper. My dream is to be a pianist, and I had always hoped to perform at the Vienna Music Hall. I saw Alma perform there recently, but that should have been my opportunity! Why is a rich girl like her stealing my guaranteed spot? She could easily afford to study there, why is she stealing my

it sounded better to be

joining the crew and stealing a spot, the Casson family’s manipulation of

people off more than unfair privilege!

kind of thing was exposed,

talking about

Wilma went from “bully” to “kind–hearted star who

about, if slapping someone can be justified, then a girl who took eighteen slaps without fighting back, only to hit back when her friend was slandered, was definitely

all took on a

criticize Alma

supposed to go according to her plan, what the hell happened?