Remarriage Failed Again Today

And it wasn’t just a simple dislike, either.

’Seriously, if you have something to say, just say it. Why do you have to be so fake, acting all pure and innocent? It’s fucking nauseating.’

’And now you’re back to stay at your cousin’s place for a second time. You’re really earning your title of "bitch-cousin."’

’So bitchy you almost married your cousin’s husband, and now you want to move in again.’

’Good thing you two didn’t actually get married. If you had, my sister-in-law would’ve had to call my brother her cousin-in-law! What a mess.’

’For fuck’s sake! Our family just barely fixed our screwed-up relationships, and now you, Miss Innocent, are going to start trouble? Just you try me.’

’I’ll rip you to shreds!’

Seeing that she wasn’t speaking, Ashley Grant gave a faint smile. A smirk played on her lips as she asked, "You know, I’ve always wondered. My brother... he was so madly in love with my sister-in-law—it was this huge, earth-shattering romance. So why in the world did he end up not fighting for her and hooking up with you instead?"

"Hah..."

Vivian Yates truly didn’t know what to say. Since Leona Grant had called her a substitute, she might as well be one, though she hated to admit it. "He asked me to marry him, so I..." she trailed off.

Ashley Grant let out a soft laugh. "And you just agreed? Did you know he was your cousin’s ex-husband?"

"..." Vivian was at a loss for words.

’It felt like anything she said would be wrong.’

The atmosphere grew tense. Suddenly, Ashley Grant laughed. "Alright, I’m just kidding. I know what really happened. You and my brother planned it all out beforehand, didn’t you? You were just putting on a show so my sister-in-law wouldn’t worry, right? Hahaha, no wonder my brother never made a public appearance about it back then."

’Tch—that’s enough of a hint. This little bitch is so infuriating. It’s not every day I find someone this fun to mess with. I can’t let her off the hook just yet.’

Ashley Grant’s words might have sounded simple, but they were loaded with hidden meaning.

First, it gave Vivian Yates a way to save face. Second, it publicly severed any real connection between Leona Grant and Vivian Yates.

...Now that’s what you call a sister.

The two siblings of the Grant Family were like that. They always seemed to be at odds with each other, but in reality, they were always looking out for one another.

’I’m not a child anymore. If I can’t even see through the schemes of a seventeen-year-old brat, then I don’t deserve to be called a scheming bitch!’

Hearing this, Vivian Yates’s hands balled into fists.

’If there was one person in this world she hated most, it was Annabelle Linton. The second was Ashley Grant!’

’She had to find a chance to teach that little bitch a lesson.’

’A moment of impatience can ruin a grand plan,’ Vivian Yates reminded herself, then went along with Ashley Grant’s words. "Yes, that’s right..."

Ashley Grant scoffed.

Annabelle Linton had been watching, taking in all of Vivian Yates’s scheming. A dark look flashed in her eyes.

...

Life as a guest in someone else’s home was truly unpleasant. Three or four days passed in a flash, and Vivian Yates had been cooped up inside for so long, she felt like she was dying of awkwardness.

She had come here intending to ruin the relationship between Leona Grant and Annabelle Linton, but aside from mealtimes, she never saw Leona Grant at all.

Meanwhile, Ashley Grant and Annabelle Linton had been going out shopping for the past couple of days, and worst of all, they never invited her to come along.

Not that she had any interest in going with them, of course.

Still, being stuck at home every day was incredibly boring.

On top of that, she couldn’t figure out what was wrong with the household staff. They all glared at her with open hostility. It was as if... she wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination, but she always felt like they were watching her like a thief. It seemed that no matter where she went, a pair of eyes was always following her, watching her every move.

It had even escalated to the point where they would point and whisper about her, yell at her, and give her dirty looks.