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?”

Sandra’s

with my sister?” said Yvette with arms akimbo. “She’s a

“Sandra, if you can’t restrain your sister even the slightest bit,

pulled Yvette’s arm, intending to drag her

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

you?” A hint of scorn filled

the chance, I’m sure Samuel would like me,” declared

attacks on Kathleen were merely out of her jealousy, not out of support for

came to know

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

almost to the point

countless plans to approach Samuel, she did not

for people of her social status to get

get in touch with Samuel back

they did not contact

so, Yvette lost any chance

hard throughout the past few years,

Kathleen some time ago that

that he had married was a

Kathleen did not match up to Samuel

saw Kathleen, she tried all methods to

person Samuel likes is Nicolette. He

insulted, “Back then, your sister tried everything and failed. You’re not even half as pretty as her, so

Sandra’s face became flushed.

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

read her mind, so how would you know that? I remember that

Sandra bit her lip and snapped, “I have never

you just now that you’re not restraining her. Instead, you’re letting

Sandra was taken aback.

Looks like after so many years, you still harbor ulterior motives and impure thoughts for another man despite your upcoming marriage. Since your sister

you’re still as eloquent as ever,” Sandra

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

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

Sandra’s lips curved

to see Kathleen beaten

stared directly