Chapter 116
Chapter 116
“A clown might amuse people for a while, but never for a lifetime. Jared’s still young. He’s got his whole life ahead of him.”
Tracy’s offhand tone was like a shot of adrenaline straight to my heart, making it race uncontrollably.
Honestly, I was still Jared’s legal wife, but in Tracy’s eyes, I wasn’t even worth considering as competition. She was unbelievably full of herself.
“Exactly. All she’s got is her looks. What does she know about business? I bet she doesn’t even have a clue how much money Mr. Holcomb really has.
“She probably just takes whatever cash he gives her and lives the easy life,” the other woman said, trying to stifle a laugh, her voice low.
“Just pretend she doesn’t exist. I don’t want her messing up my image in front of everyone,” Tracy said, probably finishing up her makeup.
Then she added, “Let’s push the meeting back another half hour. My dad’s people are still stuck in traffic.”
“Okay,” the other woman replied, and then I heard the sound of their high heels clicking away.
I still stood in the stall, my arm frozen mid–push on the door. I waited a minute before finally stepping out. That was when I spotted a heart drawn in lipstick on the mirror, no clue who left that behind.
My anger instantly ignited. As I stared at that lipstick heart, my calm was shattered, like a storm suddenly hit my heart. Tracy looked down on me like I was nothing.
I wondered, ‘She’s so damn full of herself, just like in my previous life. Back then, as the mistress, she was always elegant and aloof, always acting like Jared’s wife.
‘In the end, I, the former wife, got called all sorts of names like unqualified, a washed–up old hag, clueless, and not knowing when to step aside.’
Tracy, always dressed to the nines, would openly show up with Jared, making waves in the business world together.
The rumors just got more and more ridiculous. People would come to me and say that half the money I spent was thanks to Tracy, and that I should just learn to turn a blind eye.
I stared at the woman in the mirror, the one who just wouldn’t back down. In those bright eyes, I could see ambition and unwillingness blazing to life.
I clenched my fists hard. Even if I was dead set on getting a divorce, I was still going to leave a scar on Tracy’s heart that she would never forget.
‘She acts like I don’t even exist, like I’m just thin air, huh?‘ I thought. ‘Well, if the air turns toxic, let’s see how long she can breathe easily.
I grabbed my lipstick and slashed a big X right over that heart, not holding back at all. Challenge accepted.
Yvonne was still as rebellious as ever, acting like I didn’t matter, but I was gradually cutting her off emotionally. At least this way, she wouldn’t be able to hurt me so easily.
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