The Divorced Billionaire Heiress

Chapter 1882 I Don’t Love Her

Yvette overheard their conversation to this point and did not want to hear any more.

She did not know what was the point of eavesdropping.

Up to now, how could Lance still decide to hide it from her?

The entire company already knew about this matter, but she was the only one kept in the dark. If Yvette had not known about it in advance, would she have acted like a fool and gone to make friends with her new colleague?

Yvette stood there. For the first time, she felt that she was so pathetic.

Lance knew everything about her, but he did not want to share his secrets with her.

After one short year of marriage, Yvette thought that the two of them were compatible enough to grow old together.

But now, it seemed like it was a little too far- fetched for their relationship to last so long.

That stairway door separated both their worlds. Yvette did not understand this side of Lance at all. Whitney questioned Lance like she was his legitimate girlfriend.

“Misunderstand? You’ re afraid that she’ll misunderstand? What about me? I didn't spend a single penny of the money your mother gave me. Will you come back to me if I return the money to her?”

Lance remained silent.

Whitney cried even harder.

improve myself so that I’ll be worthy enough to stand by your side. But how can you not

long time, Lance said softly and

Whitney. However, outside the door, Yvette took thisapology as his regret

if he didn’t regret it? Our marriage is legitimate, so why should he feel guilty

the first time, Yvette felt very

clenched and unclenched her

that she was not the

around and headed out the door,

teach them a lesson, but when it really came

came out of every relationship that she

Yvette was tricked into going all out

seemed to be the

time, someone else came to hurt her. Perhaps, this was

was a trash can

hand had long turned cold, and

of coffee on top of

a pale face and did not go back to the

the direction of

saw this and froze for a moment. “Ms. Quimbey, you’re not waiting for