Flirting With My Ex-Husband

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After being lifted up by Alison and getting frightened, Oliva dared not give Alison any trouble for a long time.

Yet today, it seemed that the unpleasant reunion was unavoidable. Oliva could spot Alison in the line from afar.

And there was another thing. Alison looked a totally different person today, without the thick bangs on her forehead and her old-fashioned school uniform. Besides, she wasn't carrying that torn school bag anymore.

Instead, she was wearing a pretty white dress, which went well with her fine white backpack. Her hair was tied neatly up into a bun and was decorated with a beige hairpin taking the shape of a sunflower. This way, Alison becquite noticeable in the long line, and Oliva just could not miss her, though she was over five meters away across the road.

It was fair to say that Alison could catch almost everyone's attention by just standing there, showing her beautiful face and fair skin.

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That incident happened over a month ago, and Oliva had forgot about her fear. Now, seeing the gorgeous Alison, Oliva was filled with only jealousy and unreasonable anger.

She couldn’t explain it, but she just could not bear to see Alison becbetter off.

"Stricken dumb or what? Don’t be such a coward." Oliva questioned and gave Alison a shove.

Losing her balance, Alison fell out of the line.

A girl behind her kindly supported her and helped her up. "I don't know what you are talking about," Alison replied after regaining her footing.

She stood straight up, eyes to the front, trying hard to ignore Oliva and her gang.

Of course, Oliva could not stand being neglected by the girl she had been bullying without much effort since their second year in middle school.

Seeing that Alison paid no attention to her, Oliva felt ashamed and could not help but yank at her arm, "Can't we just talk about the good old days? It's been a long time." As she ridiculed her, Oliva grabbed Alison by the arm and would not let her go.

"Don’t you touch me!" demanded Alison, trying to free herself from Oliva's clutch by prizing her fingers.

Alison's voice was low and somehow shaking, which encouraged Oliva and her gang to further bully her, "Oh, you are not a delicate princess, are you? Cover or you might learn the hard way!" Oliva even raised her hand, ready to slap Alison as she threatened her.

Alison froze for a moment, and she clenched both her fists in nervousness, turning to look at Oliva.

Memories of how Oliva had bullied her flashed back in her mind. She could imagine what Oliva would do if she followed their order and let them take her away from the crowd.

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They would strip her of her clothes and cut her hair, in the way they did it in the past! There were so many people around, but no one stepped up or said something to help Alison, leaving her to shake in the frightful memories.

Alison wanted to lift Oliva up like she did the last time.

But she dared not do it with so many people around.

People would think she was a monster! But no one would help her. No one.

Tears welled up from Alison's eyes with desperation. Just then, someone in the line complained, "Get out of our way and do it somewhere else!" Oliva and her gang, being scowardly bullies, becless aggressive immediately after getting shouted at.

She winked at a girl beside her, and the two of them went up to grab at both Alison's arm and clothes to drag her out of the line forcefully.

Alison tried hard to resist, "Get off me!” But suddenly, Oliva put her arm around Alison's neck and whispered in her ears," People who adopt you know nothing about your past, right? Well, | wonder what they would think if they know what you are capable of. Would the woman accept you if she knows all about it?" mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1 mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1 mmMwWLHI0RAO&1 mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1 mmMwWL1i10f1ifl0&1 mmMwWLIiI0fiflO&1

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