All Too Late

Don’t spout nonsense,” Sandra reprimanded her sister. The former’s expression became unnatural when she saw Kathleen.

With a stony expression, Kathleen eyed Yvette and uttered, “You have a mouth but fail to speak properly. It might as well have grown below you; at least it would serve some form of purpose then.”

“What did you just say?” responded Yvette in an extremely shrill voice.

“Do you not understand what I mean? If you do, then great. If not, looks like your brain’s faulty too,” said Kathleen with an icy tone.

“Kathleen, my sister did not speak in a nice tone just now, but did you really have to criticize her like this?” interjected Sandra, frustrated.

“Well, wasn’t your sister the one who started it first?” Kathleen said flatly. “Surely you know that it’s always the instigator who’s at fault.”

Sandra bit her lip and did not say a word.

Back then, Kathleen said the exact same thing to her.

Yvette mocked, “Kathleen, what’re you so cocky about? You and Samuel have been married for three years, but he ended up having a mistress anyway.”

Kathleen’s delicate countenance paled a shade.

Previously, Samuel and Nicolette appeared in the Yoeger residence together.

Everyone in Jadeborough knew that he personally fed that woman cake.

At that time, Kathleen’s marriage to him had not been publicly announced yet, so everyone thought that Samuel and Nicolette would be a couple.

“Why the silence?” asked Yvette smugly.

In a calm manner, Kathleen said, “Even if he has a mistress, you decided to insult me, the wife, instead of blaming the cheating man. Where are your morals?”

Yvette was stunned for a moment before replying angrily, “Kathleen, stop lecturing me like you’re on the moral high ground. I inquired about this long ago; Samuel and Nicolette were a pair, to begin with. The one who snatched someone else’s partner was you! You’re the real homewrecker!”

Kathleen sneered and said, “I’m the homewrecker? What a pity—the ‘homewrecker’ you’re referring to is actually Samuel’s real wife, while Nicolette became the mistress that everyone hates. Are you dissatisfied with that?”

“Kathleen, you vile, shameless woman! Samuel will divorce you eventually! Homewrecker b*tch!” Yvette hissed through gritted teeth.

“Yvette!” Sandra creased her brows.

Kathleen chuckled aloud and said with disdain, “I’m a homewrecker b*tch? What does that make your sister?”

Sandra’s

wrong with my sister?” said Yvette with arms akimbo. “She’s a thousand—no, a million—times

at Sandra frostily and uttered, “Sandra, if you can’t restrain your sister

pulled Yvette’s arm, intending

destroys other people’s relationships! What right does she have to be the young madam

have the right, do you?” A hint of scorn filled Kathleen’s

sure

out of her jealousy, not out of support for

to know Samuel because of

“knew” him, she actually only saw his photo as Sandra and Samuel went to the

to the point of

plans to approach Samuel, she

her

touch with Samuel

not

so, Yvette lost any chance of seeing

few years, her

with Kathleen

had married was a parentless orphaned

Kathleen did not match up to Samuel other than the fact that she was

Yvette saw Kathleen, she tried all methods

all, the person Samuel likes is Nicolette. He wouldn’t care about what happens to

then, your sister tried everything and failed. You’re not even half as pretty as her, so what makes you so sure

Sandra’s face became flushed.

you a

how would you know that? I remember that she employed very underhanded

Sandra bit her lip and snapped, “I have never offended

you just now that you’re

Sandra was taken aback.

stonily, “You had the chance to stop her from sputtering nonsense, but did you? Not at all. Looks like after so many years, you still harbor ulterior motives and impure thoughts for another man despite your upcoming marriage. Since your sister loves being an upright warrior for morality and pointing out others’ faults, how could she miss

still as eloquent as ever,” Sandra commented through

naturally would not show any mercy toward lowlifes.” Kathleen welcomed the

you scold my sister like that! I’ll have your head!” Yvette raised her fist and aimed it at

of Sandra’s lips

see Kathleen

as ice as she stared directly at Yvette’s fist without budging at