Beyond the Divorce

I could tell who they were immediately from their voices.

One was from our dormitory, always trailing behind Michelle-Nana Howell. The other was Michelle herself.

Ivanna grabbed my arm and gestured for me to be quiet.

Nana asked Michelle, "So, what does Chloe do? How did she become so wealthy in just a few years?"

"Nonsense! Just because she can afford these doesn't mean the money is hers." Michelle's tone was dismissive. "As for what she does? I'd say she's a homewrecker." Michelle continued with a scornful tone. "I did some discreet inquiries. Rumor has it that she attached herself to some wealthy guy right after her divorce-a real tycoon." "Really? That fast?" Nana's voice carried a gossipy excitement.

"Hmph! So what? It stirred up quite a fuss, and public opinion is not favorable. After all, she has a child and still trapped a young guy. She's just relying on her looks. "She's like a cougar. There's nothing she can't do. Don't be fooled by her pretentious act. She's quite smart."

Michelle's words were bitter. A leopard cannot change its spots.

Ivanna was visibly angered. However, Michelle wasn't finished yet.

"Maybe she already had an affair with Matthew and made him a cuckold. People say he transferred all his assets when she divorced him, not giving her a penny. Do you think if she's innocent, this could happen? Matthew wouldn't do this if he weren't pushed to his limit. We both know how Matthew is."

"True, that explains her extravagance."

"Extravagant? Nonsense! She's just showing off. However, it's not something to be proud of. It's just a matter of luck. What's the big deal?"

of bitterness. "Men, all the same. After having their fun, they kick you away. I bet

now. We didn't see them sticking together like

to be rich. I can't stand people like them," Michelle said, lacking

into the bathroom. "Really? Then, who do you like? Whether you like someone or not is one thing, but pretending you don't want to be them?

asking casually

threatening tone.

stand someone like you. At the very least,

Michelle, then at me, stammering, "I... We weren't talking about you. W-We didn't think

at Michelle, not wanting

you're

from all

things out of context. Besides, this isn't the

I entered the restroom. When I came out after using it, Michelle and Nana

the private room, they were all deep into another round of drinking games.

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