Chapter 616: Her Husband Wants to Divorce Her
She clutched her chest, pushing at Leona Grant. "You scoundrel! No funny business! Get away from me!"
"A scoundrel?" Leona Grant chuckled. "If I am, it’s only for you."
With that, he moved on top of her.
’I told him no funny business, and he still went for it several times!’
’That utter beast!’
...
Psychedelic lights flashed across the deafening dance hall, the music absolutely ear-splitting!
Dressed to the nines, Yvonne Miller weaved through one handsome man after another, a touch here, a hug there. She was living the life!
She and William Chapman had long since fallen out and split up after Annabelle Linton’s interference.
Besides, his daughter had taken all his money, leaving him a broke-ass loser. Yvonne Miller didn’t put up a fight; she just divorced him.
Now, she was living on cloud nine. To sum it up in one word: awesome!
The only downside was the lack of money... Her current spending money was all charity from Tina Chapman.
The thought of that bitch Tina Chapman made Yvonne Miller fume.
’Weren’t we all in the same business? Did she really think marrying a good husband meant she could just soar up the social ladder and become a phoenix?’
’Tch—how ridiculous!’
But honestly, it felt so unfair. They used to be the same, from the same profession. Now, Tina was living like a star everyone revolved around, while she couldn’t even make ends meet and had to survive on Tina’s whims.
A glint of jealousy flashed in Yvonne Miller’s eyes. She remembered the slap Tina had given her outside the hospital, and she trembled with rage.
’Mark my words,’ she thought, ’if I ever get the chance to destroy that bitch, I’ll stop at nothing.’
A sudden urge to pee hit her. Too much alcohol always led to a trip to the bathroom.
Yvonne Miller set down her glass and headed for the restroom.
The stall wasn’t soundproof. Just as she finished and was about to step out, she heard people talking.
"Shirley, your anniversary with Mr. Collins this month was such a big deal! Come on, tell us, what did he get you?"
"Oh, it was nothing special..."
The woman named Shirley spoke nonchalantly, but her tone was thick with smugness. "He just bought me a Louis Vuitton bag. I kept telling him I didn’t want it, but he insisted. I’m so sick of LV, honestly. I have over twenty of them at home, I’m completely over it..."
"Wow, Louis Vuitton? Over twenty!" the other woman exclaimed. "That must have cost a fortune!"
"Not that much. All together, maybe twenty or thirty million," Shirley said, pumping some soap and washing her hands nonchalantly. "This latest one he got me was only, like, a little over two million..."
"Oh my God!"
Yvonne Miller was rendered speechless.
’Louis Vuitton bags are expensive, sure, but there’s a limit, isn’t there?’
’Two million?’
’Are you fucking kidding me?’
’And twenty of them? I guess that’s the only brand her husband knows. If she hates it that much and he still buys it for her, it just means he doesn’t love her. She should just divorce him and get it over with!’
Although Yvonne couldn’t see the woman’s face, she could tell she was about her own age.
’She can’t even put any effort into her bragging...’
Yvonne Miller was about to leave the stall, but the next sentence made her sit right back down on the toilet.
The other woman said, "But Shirley, have you heard about Mrs. Ainsworth? Her husband is so in love with her. I heard that for their anniversary, Mr. Ainsworth bought her an entire villa!"
The woman sighed. "God... if only I could have even a fraction of her happiness, how wonderful would that be?"
Hearing this, a flash of jealousy crossed Shirley’s eyes. She said haughtily, "What’s there to envy? She’s just a common slut who’s slept her way to the top. And have you heard? Her husband is about to divorce her!"