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BITTER-SWEET REVENGE

Chapter 3 MALL ENCOUNTER

Word Count: 1143    |    Released on: 10/04/2025

less," Sophia sneered, her voice loud enou

t to keep myself from shaking. The boutique was packed, an

his arms crossed over his chest. His expen

that smug look off her face, but I knew

stayed

. "Honestly, Kenneth, it's shocking that you

ed. "A tempora

d at my chest, but

watched, whispering behind their hands. I could feel

nnier? The house she worked so hard for is gone, just like that. And for what?

tightening my throat. "Fifty thousand doll

didn't need it. Just took what I could get

inside m

on to your w

, and sacrifice to secure a decent home

ndred thousand dollars!" I screamed

an I had once loved, and

loser. "Just two hundred thousand doll

dawn to make sure he succeeded, and now he's treating me like trash. I bought that hou

her hard-earned money on a man. Y

ing my stomach turn. My body trem

ake you? Oh, you're happy I groomed a man

er eyes darkened. In an instan

cross my cheek as gasps

that way," she spat, tossin

not from tears, bu

oug

ger, Ms. Laurel, cut throu

na

ow them out, to remind them that this was a plac

d, she loo

, Ivana?" she snapped. "Arguing with cu

ze. "

happened between you three outside this store. But

now who this

gomery, heiress to t

ing her arms. Kennet

heard what they said to

like you don't have the right to speak. Even if the h

g like a blade

tic smile. "I'm so sorry for the inconvenience. Let me person

sucked out

er arm through Ms. Laurel's. "Thank you. I was be

r, Ms. Laurel chatting w

hat, I was left

front of everyone. The humiliation bur

t a woman with feelings. Just an employ

h bubbled up

ad taken my years, m

my job had tur

mers still staring, at my co

ou

, tossed it onto the cou

out witho

ainst my face as I step

y legs gave out. I collapsed onto a

ed breath fi

t do this

ever loved me. I had fought for a pla

, I had

's what they want

my fingers curli

was weak. He tho

ught I was

hought I was

were al

shed throu

o

y purse, running my fing

he previous day

you're read

rd for a long time

was I

a marriage contra

ing myself?" I t

o

ut selling mys

about s

apart piece by piece

ime to take s

harply, bra

dy hands, I dia

ang

ic

, smooth voi

spea

rd, gripping m

vana,"

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