Divorce Has Never Felt This Good

Chapter 157

Becky didn’t deem it necessary for her to acknowledge Rory’s presence by saying hello. She no longer hated Rory, but she still held a grudge against him.

She had, however, become better at staying calm and ignoring him whenever she saw him.

At least she thought so. It didn’t mean Rory had the same opinion.

Becky frowned as she watched Rory approach her. “You’d better not come closer, Mr. Casper,” she said scathingly. “I don’t want to hear anything more about you and me.”

Her expression was cold as she said this.

Rory even found traces of impatience in her eyes.

It was like a sharp blade, tearing open a crack in his suppressed emotions. They seemed to take this as a cue and instantly welled up within him. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

“Are you and Devin together?”

Becky looked at him, the frown firmly in place as she said, “That is none of your business.”

Becky’s words rendered Rory unable to react. She had never verbally attacked him like this before. Anger and other emotions that he couldn’t distinguish overwhelmed him.

He thought of the sketch that Denise had found. His expression turned cold in response to the coldness in her eyes. “Didn’t you love me a lot, Becky?”

It was Becky’s turn to freeze. She hadn’t expected her love to turn into a sharp knife that Rory would use to stab her.

He was showing no mercy and hurting her without any hesitation.

Great!

Becky wasn’t going to take it lying down. She flashed a tight, sarcastic smile as she said, “I love a lot of things. What are you insinuating?”

“A sketch,” Rory said simply.

Becky stilled for a long while before she said, “What sketch?”

She had barely finished saying these words when understanding dawned on her.

Her expression shifted. She was now looking at the man before her in disbelief, her teeth gritted. She raised her hand and slapped him across the face. “You make me sick!”

Rory didn’t try to dodge her blow and Becky’s slap landed with a cracking sound on his face. The sound was especially abrupt in the quiet yard, cutting through the stillness.

Becky felt a chill creep over her. The hand she had raised to slap Rory was now trembling.

As a gust of cold wind blew, she closed her eyes and forced herself to calm down.

When she opened her eyes again, there was no anger left in them; only coldness. “People make mistakes when they are young. I was young back then, so I did, too. I did love you, yes, but that doesn’t mean I still do.”

She paused before continuing, “I planned to gift it to you on your birthday four years ago. It’s yours now since you’ve found it. But it is not for you to humiliate me, Rory Casper!”

Then, Becky looked over at Devin, who was coming toward them with her phone.

Before walking over to him, Becky looked up at Rory and said, “Don’t make me hate you.”

She didn’t want to hate anyone.

It was not worth it.