Divorce Anxiety

“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 arms akimbo. “She’s a

can’t restrain your sister even the slightest bit, then

talking,” said Sandra as she pulled Yvette’s arm, intending to drag her sister

you doing? Why’re you afraid of her?” Yvette scowled. “She’s a homewrecker, a vixen who destroys other people’s relationships! What

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

the chance, I’m sure Samuel would

truth, her attacks on Kathleen were merely out of

came to know Samuel because

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

almost to the point of

devised countless plans to approach

of her social status to

the opportunity to get in touch with Samuel

did not contact

any chance of seeing

Yvette worked hard throughout the past few years, her efforts

only when Samuel announced his marriage with Kathleen some time ago

woman that he had

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

she tried all methods to humiliate the

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

failed. You’re not even half as pretty as her, so what

Sandra’s face became flushed.

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

“Are you sure? You can’t read her mind, so how would you know

have never offended you, have I?

just now that

Sandra was taken aback.

and impure thoughts for another man despite your upcoming marriage. Since

still as eloquent as ever,” Sandra commented through clenched

compliment. I naturally would not show any

sister like that! I’ll have your head!” Yvette raised her fist

of Sandra’s lips

wanted to see

eyes were cold as ice as she stared directly at Yvette’s fist without