I tricked an innocent school heartthrob, slept with him, and then dumped him. Six years later, I ran into him again in the hospital hallway. He was now the younger General Manager James, the man everyone wanted to curry favor with, exuding an air of nobility and wearing an impeccably tailored suit. I was disheveled, holding a child with an IV in one hand and biting a pancake with the other. He asked, "How old is the child?" "Four." He raised his hand and snatched Lucas's medical test sheet, glancing at the age. "Olivia, you're still as full of lies as ever!"