The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Chapter 361

“What did I tell you, Mom? I told you they were more than friends. Carrie is trying to get in my way!” Bethany complained.

Bethany was jealous because Ryan dressed Carrie in a fancy red gown. Even without makeup, Carrie glowed.

To make matters worse, Carrie’s evening gown sported the same

burgundy color as Ryan’s tuxedo, making them appear to be a perfect

match.

Under the spotlight, they stood alongside each other like newlyweds. All eyes were on them.

Bethany found her purple gown to be a painful joke.

The color would never go well with burgundy.

“I gave birth to Carrie. I know the type of person she is.”

Shannon had a deeper perspective that extended beyond Bethany’s surface-level understanding. “Carrie might be 22 years old, but she has the mind of a 12-year-old. She lacks the capacity to date a man,

let alone steal your man.”

While Shannon’s comment was comforting, Bethany still found

herself furious.

“I think you have bigger problems on your plate than you realize. Ryan

has never shown you any attention. After your grandfather’s birthday

repulsed by you because

pursue something more with him

knows Carrie

likely

her to get on your nerves and kill any chances of anything developing between you

“W What?

should I do now? Does

to marry

with Zoe to get her help in getting closer to Ryan. You need to change your attitude and be patient. Since Ryan is nice to Carrie, you need to be extra nice to her too. Change Ryan’s opinion of you and let him see your kind side. Get it?” Shannon uttered somberly as she strategized for her

daughter.

replied grumpily.

eyes lit up at the thought of meeting her

the place for

the piano. She froze as the color drained from her face,

lifeless.

legs shook under her gown.

of her childhood washed over her, drowning

her in despair.

Who would want to be friends

would you

the trash can. That’s where trash

hate girls with better hair

you. Your sister doesn’t like you either. It’s unbelievable that you call yourself a Salvador. You’re

‘I’m

on stage, oblivious to that resentful and terrified gaze

up, Carrie clutched to her teddy and backed

a cold

grabbed