My Boyfriend's Childhood Friend Accused Me Of Being A Bar Girl

It was my first time going to my boyfriend’s home for the New Year.

In the middle of dinner, his childhood friend suddenly slammed her spoon on the table.

“Cole, how could you bring a bar girl to our New Year’s Eve dinner?”

The room fell silent.

Everyone thought she simply had too much to drink.

But she spoke with complete confidence.

“One of my friends works on the vice squad. He arrested her himself. There’s no way he got the wrong person.”

She threw a police penalty notice onto the table.

My name was clearly printed on it.

I was stunned.

Last month, the city’s vice squad had arrested dozens of people.

I was the one who approved and signed those cases.

I had just taken office as bureau chief.

When I did not respond, Quilla Spencer kept pushing.

“Cole, a woman like her, who tries to climb the social ladder and still won’t behave, is disgusting. It’s not too late to see who she really is.

“You should dump her now before she brings you nothing but trouble.”

I glanced at the police penalty notice and said calmly, “My name isn’t that uncommon. There are plenty of people with the same name. Why are you so sure it’s me?”

Quilla’s face darkened, and she snapped.

“Sophia, having the same name is one thing. Are you saying you also have the same face as the person my friend arrested?”

I snorted.

“If you’re so sure your friend recognized me, fine. Call him on video. Let’s confront him face-to-face.”

My firm tone made Quilla panic for a moment.

She immediately played the victim and turned to Cole’s parents.

“Mr. Griffin, Mrs. Griffin, she’s a bar girl. Who knows how many men she’s slept with? I’m just worried Cole might catch something from her.

“I may be blunt, but I’m only saying this for his own good.”

At that moment, Cole Griffin looked at me with a hint of doubt.

My heart sank. I quickly reached for his hand.

“Cole, we’ve been together for so long. Don’t you know what kind of person I am?”

Cole’s gaze wavered.

He glanced at Quilla and said quietly, “Quilla, this isn’t something to joke about. If you’re wrong about Sophia, you need to apologize to her.”

He paused, then added, “I want to believe you, but Quilla isn’t the kind of person who would make something like this up.

“If you did it, just admit it now. I won’t hold it against you.”

I froze. For a moment, I thought I had misheard him.

The moment he said that, his parents’ faces darkened.

“Cole, what are you talking about? If she really is what Quilla says she is, we absolutely won’t allow you to be with someone like that.

“The evidence is right here. To us, she’s clearly lying. There’s no way this is just a coincidence.”

From the very beginning, Cole’s parents had never treated me well.

They dropped hints that I was