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

arms akimbo. “She’s a thousand—no, a million—times better

can’t restrain your sister even the slightest bit, then don’t blame me for going

pulled Yvette’s arm,

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

right, do you?” A hint of scorn

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

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

to know Samuel because of

actually only saw his photo

liked Samuel almost to the point

countless plans to approach Samuel, she did not succeed

her social

she could have had the opportunity to get in touch with Samuel back when Sandra

they did not

Yvette lost any chance of

worked hard throughout the past few years, her efforts proved

was only when Samuel announced his marriage with Kathleen some

the woman that he had married

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

when Yvette saw Kathleen, she tried

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

not even half as pretty as her, so what makes

Sandra’s face became flushed.

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

You can’t read her mind, so how would you know that? I remember that she

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

your sister to attack me?” Kathleen said nonchalantly, “I told you just now that you’re not restraining her. Instead, you’re letting her do as she pleases.

Sandra was taken aback.

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

as eloquent as

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

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

Sandra’s

to see Kathleen

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