The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Vicky was listening keenly from the couch, not expecting to run into such intriguing drama when she woke up today.

On the other hand, Sylvia could not care less about the pain on her cheek and sprang to her feet as she screamed, “You bastard! You’re lying!”

Paul was frowning in turn. “What did you say? She was taking dance lessons from you?”

“Yes.” Stanley nodded. “Look, I’m not even her cousin—she told me to say that so that it’s easier for us to hook up, even staying in your house…”

He certainly had enough of Sylvia, which was why he frequented seedy joints in the night to let loose.

He just did not expect to contract an STD, and now that he was exposed, his plan to use the Fieldens’ drakeroot to cure himself went south too.

Still, he did not hesitate to confess everything since he had already saved enough money—the only thing he must do now was stay alive.

Paul could almost black out from sheer fury—never could he have known that his wife was cheating on him in his own house!

to think that he treated Stanley like he

would very much like to cut Stanley into pieces, but Frank and Vicky were there—he must at least wait

“Get out,” he growled.

fled the house in relief, already planning to flee to his

he saved, he could certainly

other hand, Sylvia was despairing, not expecting that a diagnosis would so

listen to me, Paul. I was the one who was coerced. You have

pushing her

what either of those

had an affair, and Paul did not—that

will serve you the divorce papers soon

this—we

out! Quit yapping into my ears!” Paul

her by the collar and slammed the door shut