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 expression turned

with arms akimbo. “She’s a thousand—no, a

frostily and uttered, “Sandra, if you can’t restrain your sister even the slightest bit, then don’t blame me for going all

pulled Yvette’s arm, intending to

who destroys other people’s relationships! What right does she have to be the young madam of the

you?” A hint of

chance, I’m sure Samuel would

her attacks on Kathleen were merely out of

came to know Samuel because of

only saw his photo as Sandra and Samuel

almost to the point of

had devised countless plans to approach Samuel, she did

was absolutely impossible for people of her social status to

opportunity to get in touch with Samuel back when Sandra was still

did not contact each

so, Yvette lost any

the past few years, her efforts proved

only when Samuel announced his marriage with Kathleen some time ago that she

the woman that he had married was a parentless orphaned

match up to Samuel other than the fact

tried all methods to

Nicolette. He wouldn’t care

your sister tried everything and failed. You’re not even half as pretty as her,

Sandra’s face became flushed.

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

her mind, so how would

her lip and snapped, “I have 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

Sandra was taken aback.

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

as ever,” Sandra commented through clenched

the compliment. I naturally would not show

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

of Sandra’s lips curved

wanted to see Kathleen beaten

ice as she stared directly at