Remarriage Failed Again Today

"Stop pretending." Leona sneered at her. "Vivian Yates, you’ve taken your act too far."

Vivian Yates cried out, "Leona, how could you be like this? How could you do this to me..."

Leona Grant couldn’t be bothered to spare her a glance and strode toward the door. "Hah. Vivian Yates, our friendship ends here. Out of respect for the fact that we once knew each other, I won’t be completely merciless. Just don’t let me see you again!"

Halfway there, Leona Grant paused. "I don’t care what you did to Annabelle Linton in the past, but from this day forward, you remember this: she’s my person. You’d better be careful not to give me any dirt on you, or I’ll make you wish you were dead."

After speaking, Leona Grant coldly exited the hospital room.

Xylas Shepherd glanced at Leona Grant and chased after her.

Vivian Yates watched Leona Grant’s cold, retreating back, her heart feeling as if it were being pierced by countless knives.

Pain spread inch by inch through her veins, corroding the very heart she depended on to live.

It hurt. It hurt so much she felt as if she were about to be torn apart.

Suffocating. It felt as if even the air had grown thin.

She lay on the floor, sobbing bitterly, hating Leona Grant for her heartlessness and Annabelle Linton for her interference!

’If it weren’t for her, Leona would be hers, the position of Young Madam of the Grant Family would be hers, and the most prestigious status above all others would be hers too.’

’But because of one Annabelle Linton, it was all ruined!’

’And she... she was left with nothing but a body full of scars and a broken heart...’

Nathaniel Locke walked past her, not even deigning to give her a sideways glance.

Vivian Yates threw herself at his leg. "Locke, why? Why has Leona become like this? Where exactly do I fall short compared to Annabelle Linton?"

"That..." Nathaniel Locke glanced down at her, his crimson lips curling into a chilling yet bewitching smile.

He slowly, deliberately adjusted his cuffs and said faintly, "You probably don’t know, do you? You’re a far cry from Annabelle Linton. The moment you knelt just now, you had already lost."

Hearing this, Vivian Yates’s eyes widened.

’That’s right. She had fallen for Annabelle Linton’s trap. She was in a bind and had been forced to kneel to her.’

’She thought that by kneeling, she would make Annabelle Linton look malicious and overbearing.’

’But she never imagined that this one act of kneeling would make Leona Grant look down on her.’

’Leona Grant is such a proud person; how could she ever allow someone so debased to be by her side?’

Vivian Yates was now truly filled with regret.

’No wonder Leona Grant said she had overplayed her part.’

’She’d been wondering. She clearly hadn’t done anything differently, she was still acting the same as always, so why did it seem like Leona Grant’s attitude toward her had changed in an instant?’

"Get it now?" Nathaniel Locke chuckled as he saw the understanding dawn on her face. He calmly removed her hand. "From now on, just save yourself the trouble."

With that, Nathaniel Locke left, his expression impassive.

Vivian Yates sat up and stared at her own wretched reflection in the mirror, letting out a cold laugh.

She fiercely wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. The mirror reflected her sinister, cold eyes.

’Annabelle Linton, you forced my hand.’

’From this day on, I will take back everything that belongs to me. This won’t end until one of us is dead!’

...

Leona Grant was discharged from the hospital.

She didn’t go back for the next two days.

She recalled how Annabelle Linton, while speaking to Vivian Yates, had looked at her with such icy eyes.

Her heart felt as if it were being choked by vines.

Poisonous thorns pierced her heart, and a stinging pain spread through it.

She was being corroded, infected, bit by bit, but could find no relief.

’What do I do? I miss Annabelle Linton so much.’

’I want to see her so badly. Even if she’s as cold as she always was, I just want to see her one more time...’