Getting My Ex-wife Back

All of a sudden, Deanna thought things were getting exciting and followed Rossie further in with a grin on her face.

Marissa was sitting in the living room right then. Her expression turned sour seeing the girls, and she got up to retreat to her room. Marissa still held a grudge for how Rossie saved Raeleigh from her grasps. She hated Raeleigh to her core, and the feeling now extended to Rossie.

However, just as Marissa stood up, Rossie spoke.

“My, if it isn’t Madam Marissa. I didn’t think I’d bump into you here; what a small world. I wonder what fate is up to, always bringing me to where you are. Don’t you think it’s funny?”

Deanna gazed at Rossie as she mocked Marissa, amazed by her ability. She’d had to tell the story to her mother; her sister-in-law was like a smart and evil mistress straight out of the TV.

Seeing how smug Rossie was, Deanna was no longer worried, placing her hands behind her back, and was no longer cold.

As for Rossie, she looked down at her nails, looking all contemptuous as she walked toward Marissa.

“I only didn’t make a big deal out of it for Rayan’s sake. But how dare you come to my house and step all over me? Because you think I’m old and can’t fend for myself?”

Marissa’s gaze was fierce, but she didn’t dare act recklessly right then, knowing it wouldn’t do her any good. It was apparent to her that Rossie’s arrival at this time was for her to do precisely so so that Trevor could keep her on house arrest.

Marissa saw right through Rossie’s mal-intention.

Rossie took a few steps toward Marissa, saying, “We have beef, and I haven’t managed to vent my frustrations yet. My sister-in-law advised that it won’t do my baby in my belly good if I don’t get it out of me. I had thought of letting the matter slide, of course, taking my parents-in-law into account.

“But coming here, your attitude is still as horrible as ever, and it pissed me off again.”

Deanna said unhappily, “What does this have to do with me? When did I say that? Don’t go pointing fingers!”

Rossie took a gander at her but didn’t explain.

“Madam Marissa, thanks to you, Raeleigh’s hand is now ruined. I just came over from her place.”

Rossie hadn’t stood at the porch for Deanna’s return but felt terrible for Raeleigh’s hand.

Raeleigh returned with a bruised hand, and Jepherson went to Raeleigh after exchanging a few words in the living room. That was all she saw. Raeleigh didn’t let anyone touch her and said they didn’t need to bother with it.

She didn’t know the details, only that her injured hand meant the end of her career.

Everyone knew Raeleigh’s gift in designing, but it was now all just a dream, all thanks to Marissa. How could Rossie not want to get even?

Rossie didn’t know precisely where Marissa lived in the Ink Garden, so she dragged Deanna over. Deanna being the dum-dum she was, followed Rossie foolishly.

She had planned to back Rossie up, fanning the flames as she watched the scene unfold. But she had a feeling things were getting out of hand.

Even if Deanna wanted to leave, she wouldn’t dare.

What if something happened to Rossie after she left? If Marissa dared hurt Rossie, all hell would break loose, wouldn’t it?

Deanna felt helpless, but she couldn’t say a word facing Rossie’s arbitrary. She was pregnant with her brother’s child, and her brother said the only thing he worried about was her getting angry as it would affect the baby.

Deanna repined her life, feeling helpless having such a sister-in-law.

All mawkish just because she was pregnant. Deanna was completely fine when she was pregnant with her twins, even when people angered her. But Rossie was too pampered, leading Deanna to keep her mouth shut most of the time, worrying she might accidentally anger Rossie with her words.

The most irritating thing was that not long ago, Rossie said all of the Whalen family’s assets would be hers after the baby was born, not leaving anything for Deanna and her children.

Deanna wasn’t short of money, but the decision upset her.

She was also human; why didn’t she have this kind of attention when she was pregnant? Oh, so Rossie’s baby was a baby, but Deanna’s weren’t?”Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Deanna almost fought with Rossie, but her mother reminded her not to bully Rossie, which angered her. In a fit of anger, Deanna gave out her request. If half of it went to Deanna, only would Rossie get the other half. Otherwise, she would agree to nothing.

However, misfortune befell Stuart just as the dispute started. Deanna did not even have the time to make a fuss.

So when Rossie invited her to go for a walk, their dispute immediately came to Deanna. However, to her surprise, it wasn’t.

Deanna only had one thought in mind; what did any of this have to do with her? Why was she always dragged into the mud when Rossie was up to no good?

Rossie was really a cunning woman. She was worried that she would get into trouble if she did something wrong, so she brought Deanna along to be her shield.

Deanna finally realized she shouldn’t have followed Rossie.

But now that she did, what should she do?

“Don’t throw whatever blame on me; I wasn’t the one who crippled her hand. She was also disrespectful toward me, but did anyone stand behind me for that?”

Marissa continued, roaring, “Don’t think just because you married into the Whalen family and you can do anything in Capital City, I’d be afraid of you. I’m not someone you can bully. Even if Rayan and Hannah come, I’ll still stand my ground. I have never been afraid of anyone, and I will not be scared by two little girls like you.”

“In that case, let’s talk about it like adults. How are you going to settle your case with Raeleigh?” Rossie said coldly.

“Hmph, why do I have to compensate her? She’s just a piece of trash, a vamp even. What difference would it be without that hand of hers?”

Marissa despised Raeleigh from the bottom of her heart, so she never saw Raeleigh even as a human being. However, Rossie was not from the Richards family, so she would never succumb to Marissa’s unreasonable behavior.

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that. The importance of Raeleigh’s hands to her as a designer aside, even if she isn’t one, she’d still need them for many things. Besides, Raeleigh is the best designer in her industry and also irreplaceable to her family. So who’s the useless vamp you’re talking about?”

Marissa furrowed her brows. What was this brat trying to do? What was she trying to imply?

“What the hell are you trying to say?”

Rossie said, “What I want to say is that many years ago, a couple came from a faraway land. They were threatened and forced to examine a batch of fake antiques, but they refused. Later, the couple gave birth to a daughter, who was kidnapped for revenge.”

“That child was a lucky one; she didn’t die and grew up a beautiful young woman. Ironically, she became the lover of the kidnapper’s grandson.”

“I’m guessing this kidnapper must have had some grudge with the child that they bought from their past lives. She wouldn’t stop finding fault with the young woman.”

“However, fate was on the child’s side. The young woman grew up fine, and she’ll now watch her kidnapper die a sad, lonely death.”