My Extraordinary Wife

She hastened to catch up with Ashlyn and blocked the latter’s path. With a crazed expression, she demanded, “Ashlyn, did you do it on purpose? What are you trying to do, huh?” She ruined my birthday party and deliberately invited all the big shots and stole my thunder. “You’re just trying to aggravate me. Since when do we share the same birthday?”

Ashlyn snickered. “You’re right. When have you, Mary, or Horace ever cared about how I’m doing? Of course we share the same birthday. When you were blowing out candles and happily counting your gifts, I was brushed off to the kitchen to eat your leftovers! Penelope, nobody in the Berry family remembers that we share the same birthday! I just gave you a small taste of what I have in store for you and you can’t even handle it already?”

Ashlyn couldn’t help but scorn when she thought of the suffering she had endured back when she was with the Berrys.

Penelope shook her head in exasperation. “You did it on purpose. You wanted to humiliate and retaliate against me!”

Ashlyn is such a scheming woman to have picked today out of all days. She’s despicable.

Penelope had been unsure of how she had managed to escape the private room. She had felt lost in a daze as the world spun around her, leaving her disoriented and confused.

When she reached the restroom and saw that Ashlyn was there too, all of her emotions—anger, indignation, hatred—came flooding out.

yet I still have to

young, not only was Ashlyn pretty and intelligent, but the boys that Penelope had crushes on would only have eyes

could get into the

had always handed

her place as the eldest daughter of the Berry family, but Ashlyn’s mother had also done the same by stealing

now Ashlyn was trying to walk all over

of her lungs, “Ashlyn, I hate you! What do you want from me? You’ve been taking everything from me since we were kids. Isn’t that enough? Why do you have to bully me on my birthday? Listen well, I’m the young lady of the Yates family, and you’ll never be able to measure up to me. You’re just a lowlife. No matter what you do, you can never be a part of the

finish her sentence, a

the slap and took some time to finally regain

in disbelief at Ashlyn.

at her impassively as if she was no more than an insignificant speck of

back, but she was pressed down hard onto the sink with a swing

was pressed against the cold sink, and her hands were crossed behind her by Ashlyn. She gritted

were going to