Reborn From Oblivion

The next day, Greta slipped into the stunning gown and spent a good while in front of her vanity, lost in thought. She snapped a few gorgeous selfies and posted them on social media before reluctantly taking off the dress and leaving the house with it draped over her arm. She headed to the boutique where she'd bought the dress and politely explained, "I won't be needing this dress. I'd like to return it."

The clerk gave her a once-over with a hint of disdain. "This is a custom-made gown. Once it's out the door, we don't do returns or exchanges."

Greta's frustration was evident. "I haven't even worn it. If you insist on not taking it back, I'll have to take legal action for breaching consumer fair trade rights."

The clerk's confidence visibly wavered.

Just then, Nathalie walked in from the street, and Greta's demeanor shifted to one of uncomfortable surprise.

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The clerk's attitude changed entirely upon spotting Nathalie, greeting her warmly with a slight bow. "Ms. Nathalie, welcome!"

Greta's face turned beet red, and the dress in her arms felt like it was burning her.

Nathalie glanced at Greta and lazily asked, "What's going on here?"

The clerk, sounding a bit put-out, explained, "This customer bought one of our gowns and now wants to return it. But it's worth two million-who can say she didn't wear it after she bought it?"

With an air of entitlement, Greta approached Nathalie, holding up the dress. "Since you're in charge, you should process this return."

Nathalie crossed her arms, replying flatly, "No returns."

Greta was seething. "Nathalie, I'm trying to be civil here, alright? You know I bought this dress for my husband's gala, but he ended up taking you as his date. I couldn't even attend. Now, I have no use for this dress, and I want to return it. Is that so unreasonable?"

Her raised voice drew the attention of bystanders.

Trying to smear Nathalie's reputation, Greta resorted to making bold accusations, "Nathalie, you're deliberately making things hard for me. Why're you weighing my heart down with all this hassle!" The crowd began to murmur, their comments mostly unfavorable towards Nathalie.

Nathalie countered smoothly, "Greta, you're acting like a total drama queen right now."

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She pulled out her phone, brought up Greta's social media, and showed the crowd the photos Greta had posted that morning in the dress "You've already worn it and snapped several photos in it. You pretty much drained its value. And now you want a return? Who do you think you are?"

Greta's cheeks flushed. "I..."

Nathalie turned to the onlookers with a calm smile. "Sorry for this spectacle. Just to set the record

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Actually, this lady is my sister, and her husband was once legally married to me. Now you know who the real homewrecker is, right?"

The crowd's opinion shifted immediately.

Greta, both livid and humiliated, swung her hand towards Nathalie. "Nathalie, you're spouting nonsense. Cameron has always been my boyfriend..."

Nathalie refused to back down. She grabbed Greta's wrist firmly. "If he's your boyfriend, why did you stand by and let him flirt with me? You even watched him marry me." Greta's expression faltered.

Nathalie continued, her voice filled with anger. "Because you were profiting from it. You two were a pair of schemers and conned me out of my inheritance... then divorced me so you two could get back together..."