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?”

that, Sandra’s

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

can’t restrain your sister even the slightest

she pulled Yvette’s arm, intending

who destroys other people’s relationships! What

the right, do you?” A hint of scorn filled

had the chance, I’m sure Samuel would like

on Kathleen were merely out of

know Samuel because

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

Samuel almost to the

she had devised countless plans to approach Samuel,

absolutely impossible for people of her social status

touch with Samuel back when Sandra was still coursemates with

not contact each

lost any chance

hard throughout the past few years, her efforts

when Samuel announced his marriage with Kathleen some time ago that she discovered he was

that he had married was a parentless

Samuel other

when Yvette saw Kathleen, she tried all

person Samuel likes is Nicolette. He wouldn’t care about what

You’re not even half as pretty as her, so what makes you so sure of

Sandra’s face became flushed.

confidently. “I’ll teach you a lesson if you dare

how would you know that? I remember that she employed

never offended you, have I? Why must you

to attack me?” Kathleen said nonchalantly, “I told you just now that you’re not restraining her. Instead, you’re letting her do as

Sandra was taken aback.

nonsense, but did you? Not at all. Looks like after so many years, you still harbor ulterior motives and impure thoughts for

still as eloquent as ever,” Sandra commented

would not show any mercy toward lowlifes.” Kathleen welcomed

have your head!”

corners of Sandra’s

wanted to see Kathleen

were cold as ice as she stared directly at Yvette’s fist