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

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

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

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

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

the right, do you?” A hint of

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

out of her jealousy, not out of support for

came to know

than saying she “knew” him, she actually only saw his

to

countless plans to approach Samuel,

her social status to get close

could have had the opportunity to get in touch with Samuel back when Sandra was still coursemates with

not

any

few years, her efforts

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

woman that he had married was a

Samuel other

Yvette saw Kathleen, she tried

likes is Nicolette. He wouldn’t care about what happens to

You’re not even half as pretty as her, so what makes you so sure

Sandra’s face became flushed.

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

can’t read her mind, so how would

enough!” Sandra bit her lip and snapped, “I have never offended you, have I? Why must

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

Sandra was taken aback.

stop her from sputtering nonsense, but did you? Not at all. Looks like after so many years, you still harbor ulterior motives and impure thoughts for another man

you’re still as eloquent as ever,” Sandra commented

would not show any mercy toward lowlifes.” Kathleen

dare you scold my sister like that! I’ll have your head!” Yvette

Sandra’s lips curved

wanted to see Kathleen

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