The Woman From Hell

"You-" Cindy's face was flushed. She stretched out her trembling fingers and pointed at me but was unable to say a word for a very long time.

Theo looked at me with eyes darkened and a displeased expression, but he did not say anything.

I ignored him and continued, "If you can’t live without my husband, Miss Cindy, then I don't mind if you waste your youth on him either. Maybe I might grow bored one day and choose to get a divorce.”

My expression changed as I raised my voice, "But before that, can you please be a qualified mistress, Ms. Cindy? I don't care what you do out there but can you stop coming to my house and disturbing our peace?"

As soon as I said those words, three voices called out my name at the same time.

"Wanda!" Theo gritted his teeth.

"Wanda!” Cindy was in a thundering fury.

"Wanda!” Zedd was bursting with rage.

Mason, however, remained calm as always and stood o n one side looking at me with a faint smile.

I darted a glance at Theo and retracted my gaze. I could not be bothered to spare Cindy or Zedd a glance.

Zedd was extremely furious and turned around, saying, "Theo, this may be your family's matters but I can't just watch Cindy get bullied by Wanda without doing anything. If you don't teach her a lesson, then I'll do it for you."

"Oh?" Before Theo could say anything, I spoke first, " How are you going to teach me a lesson, Mr. Zedd? Are you going to use the same despicable method to frame and set me up? Or will you choose to strike me directly?"

"You vicious, cunning, and shameless woman. You think I don't have the guts to touch you? Listen, if you hurt Cindy, then I can't promise I won't hurt you," Zedd pointed at my nose and scolded rudely.

I retorted rudely, "Me? Vicious, cunning, and shameless? Use your brain, Mr. Zedd. I do hope you have one. Open your stupid eyes and look closely at the person beside you. Who’s the shameless one here? She’s always pretending to look weak and pitiful but i s actually vicious. She pulls out all sorts of tricks to steal someone else’s husband and even cruelly forced me to abort my child, yet you're treating a person like that like a treasure!"

After saying those words, I refused to entertain them further and walked past Cindy who was still

crouching down on the floor. I walked out of the door.

Theo reached out to hold me, his perfectly sculpted face looking a little irritable. He asked in a deep voice, "Where are you going?"

"It's none of your business." I flung his hand away and walked out without looking back.

Zedd's incredulous voice rang out behind me. "Are you going to keep letting her act so arrogantly?"

"Don't be angry, Theowy. Wanda doesn't know any better and a woman like that doesn't deserve you-"

"That's enough. Shut up, all of you! Zedd, send her back. Don't come to my villa ever again..." Theo's voice was extremely cold.

I hurried my pace, not wishing to hear any more of their conversation.

What bad luck this early in the morning.

With a stomach full of anger, I went straight to the company without having breakfast.

My head was dizzy and coupled with my bad mood, I had no appetite to eat anything. However, at the thought of the baby in my belly, I pulled over at a roadside stall across the company. I bought a hotdog and a packet of milk. I sat there and began eating.

Sitting beside my table were several women who stole glances at me. There was a look of incredulity in their eyes. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

I did not know what their reactions meant and thought it was inappropriate to call them out, so I continued to eat my food.

After a very long time, a woman could not help but ask

timidly, "Is this your breakfast, Ms. Wanda?"

The rest put on similar expressions, looking as though I was eating dung. They all had looks of disbelief.

I looked at the hotdog in my hand and thought there was nothing wrong with it, so I laughed and said," You're eating this too, aren't you?"

"It's fine for us to eat it, but you're the most envied Mrs. Grant in the whole of Salt City. How can you eat a t a roadside stall? Your breakfast should be prepared b y a French chef, and the ingredients should be flown i n exclusively from abroad..."

I burst out laughing. These ladies had probably watched too many dramas.

I finished the last drop of milk in the cup and wiped m y mouth. "You're running late. Aren't you going to punch your cards?" Since they were calling me Ms. Wanda, they were probably employees of the company. However, there were too many employees in the company so I did not know which department they were in.