Remarry My Ex-wife: Love Heals A Broken Heart

"Patricia, don't be so shameless.You and Zac got divorced a long time ago! What does my relationship with him have to do with you? What I do for him is my business.It has nothing to do with you"

Lyndsy stared at Patricia fiercely without any fear.

Patricia's sarcasm had really sparked her temper.

"Then make some food for him by yourself.Don't take my dinner!"

After saying that, Patricia stretched out her hand to grab the lunchbox, but Lyndsy moved it out of the way.

"I'm not giving it to you.What can you do to me?" she said sharply, and then gave Patricia a hard push.

Patricia was forced to take a few steps back.

Fortunately, the maid was there to support her, otherwise, she would have fallen down.

"Miss Patricia, are you okay?" the maid asked worriedly, putting her hand on Patricia's back.

"I'm fine!"

Patricia shook her head and gave the maid a reassuring smile.

But when she turned back to look at Lyndsy, her smile had been replaced by smoldering anger.

Until now, she hadn't had any intention of fighting with Lyndsy, but since Lyndsy had attacked her physically over and over again, she couldn't just stand back and take it, especially now that she was a pregnant woman.

In the past, she had just bit her tongue and let Yolanda and Lyndsy insult her as much as they wanted, but from now on, if they did even the slightest thing that could hurt the baby in her belly, she would not let them go! Patricia's stubborn maternal love made her determined to protect the baby that had been sent to her by God when she was at the lowest point in her life.

"You're such a two-faced bitch! You're really good at winning people over, aren't you? Shame on you!"

Lyndsy cursed.

Disgust emerged in her heart upon seeing the amiable relationship between Patricia and the maid.

"Shut up, Lyndsy! I already told you to put down my dinner.If you want to please Zac, you better cook something by yourself.Don't take my food to do it! Patricia said through gritted teeth.She was repeating her words just in case this busty woman with no brains couldn't understand her the first time.Hearing this, Lyndsy only became more furious.Harsh words poured out of her without any restraint."

that you are the same as your mother.You are both bitches! Your mother stole my father and my home.Are you trying to be just like her? You want to steal my meal? Of course, a shameless mother gave birth to

finish her words, she was slapped on the cheek, and the force caused her face to turn to

flew up to touch her red cheek as

a flash of disbelief in her eyes, she roared, "You bitch, how dare

her mother and said, "Mom, Patricia slapped me! You

point, Lyndsy was about to explode

couldn't digest the fact that

never dared to even

her up?’ she wondered,

was already occupied with the

it down, so she turned

was always

let her know that her place in this family was less than a dog's! "Mom, come quickly! How dare Patricia slap me? How dare that

rubbing her swollen

head and looked at

slapped Lyndsy without thinking, as if her hand had shot out of its

or because she had come close

way, she had finally

good it felt to fight back...She was filled with a sense of

that after this, there was no way to

she prepared herself for the

fallen out with Lyndsy and her mother.That meant that her peaceful days in the Sampson family's house would come

she had never had a peaceful life here, had she? Over the years, she had had to endure the torture of her stepmother and her stepsister while her father not

had already had enough of such a life! It would be good for her to take advantage of today's fight,

and her mother would have to think twice

thinking about these things, Yolanda rushed forward to slap

the corner

forward a few steps because she had rushed forward with too much force and couldn't stop herself

around, rested her left hand on her waist, pointed at Patricia with her right hand, and shouted, "You little bitch! Even your mother never

she charged at Patricia

she didn't just want to slap Patricia in the face; she wanted to tackle her to the ground so that shé could sit