Beyond the Divorce

Chapter 12 The Real and Fake Mrs. Murphy

I felt like lightning struck me when the smug receptionist addressed the person behind me as Mrs. Murphy. I felt rage bubbling inside me as I turned to see how Ivanna would react.

How dare she strut around here, flaunting and pretending to be someone she wasn’t? My gaze was cold as I turned, expecting to see Ivanna. However, to my surprise, it was Melanie.

Her outfit was vibrant and eye–catching as her blonde hair flowed down her shoulders. She wore exquisite makeup, which added a touch of allure to her otherwise unremarkable features.

Melanie approached gracefully with a composed smile. When she was about to speak, she noticed me

turning around, my anger evident. Her eyes widened in shock as she stood frozen, unable to process my unexpected appearance.

I couldn’t help but smirk. I had to admit Melanie looked more like Mrs. Murphy while I resembled a nanny. Although I was speechless, I thought attire made a vast difference in appearance, and my casual home

attire paled to her glamorous outfit.

I wondered if the “Mrs. Murphy” the receptionist referred to was Melanie. If so, Melanie had been

indulged to the point of recklessness. However, the receptionist didn’t notice my reaction and remained

Melanie.

surprise, and tried to appease her, “Mrs. Murphy, please-”

and locked eyes with Melanie before turning

Murphy are you

at me with a mildly surprised smile, yet her eyes showed a hint

Melanie to me, “This is Mr. Matthew Murphy’s

on the

it felt surprisingly satisfying. While Melanie’s attitude was

of this supposed Mrs. Murphy finally allowed

cause a scene and was desperate to become someone’s

had gone

several people to look at me

a

and I thought she had surpassed my usual impression of her. I never thought

could look somewhat human in public.

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again. “Well, well. Her