<b>Chapter </b><b>215</b>
Teresa <b>had </b><b>lost </b>it. Without a second thought, she yed the video, not caring about the passionate, suggestive sounds <b>ring </b>from <b>her </b><b>phone</b><b>.</b>
<b>In a </b>panic, Margaret had already watched the trending news. Then, hearing these sounds, she was flustered, her <b>voice </b>trembling. “Mom<b>…</b><b>”</b>
Snap!
Teresa delivered <b>a </b>fierce p across Margaret’s face, her eyes bloodshot<b>, </b>venomously spitting out, “You still have the nerve to <b>call </b>me Mom? Albert is my husband, your stepfather, <b>do </b>you understand? Have you no shame, unting yourself in <b>front </b>of <b>your </b>stepfather?”
The more Teresa had once doted on and cherished Margaret, the deeper her hatred was.Content is ? by N?velDrama.Org.
The feeling of being betrayed by someone so close must be more painful and profound than when I got betrayed by Linda.
Ignoring the pain, Margaret fell to her knees, “Mom<b>, </b>it wasn’t me. It wasn’t!”
<i>“</i>Are
you saying that this video and all the stuff online are all made up?” Teresa was furious, her eyes nearly popping <b>out</b><b>, </b>spittle flying as she spoke.
The ordeal caught Margaret off guard, and it took her a moment to muster a defense through her tears. <b>“</b>He forced me. Yes<b>, </b>it was all his doing. He forced on me!”
Whack! Another harsh p tousled Margaret’s hair and left a red, swollen mark on her face<b>. </b>Through tears of anger, Teresa spat, “Do you think I’m as foolish as you? The sluttish disy of yours in the video was his doing, too?<b>”</b>
“I… I…” Margaret had no more excuses, only clinging to Teresa, pleading desperately, “Mom, I was wrong! I was just confused. Please don’t be mad at me, I was bewitched! I’m your daughter. Please forgive me this once<b>…</b>”
Margaret’s final plea stung Teresa, driven to madness. Teresa grabbed Margaret’s hair and pped her relentlessly, “You still remember you’re my daughter? Slut, do you realize who you’ve been with? You’ve been fucking my husband<b>!</b><b>”</b>
Teresa screamed hysterically, yanking Margaret’s hair fiercely, “He’s my husband. You hear me? Albert is my husband!”
“He’s your husband?” No longer holding back, Margaret stood up fiercely and broke free, losing clumps of her hair in the process but seemingly unfazed by the pain, sneered back, “What right do you have to judge me when he is someone you schemed to snatch from another woman?<b>”</b>
Teresa froze, staring at Margaret in disbelief, “What are you saying? Do you even know what you’re talking about?<b>”</b>
Her voice rose again in a shout.
Margaret struck where it hurt. “I’m saying your precious husband is someone you stole as a mistress<b>, </b>calling me <b>a </b>slut<b>, </b>but aren’t you one as well? In that regard, you’re my teacher.”
I expected a fallout, but <b>I </b>never imagined they wouldsh out at each other to this extent. They didn’t seem like mother and daughter, more like sworn enemies. Their words were as acidic and cutting as they could be<b>. </b>Handing them <b>a </b>knife at that moment, they probably wouldn’t have hesitated to stab each other.
Teresa copsed, lunging at Margaret in a frenzy. “I should never have had you! How could I give birth to some slut like you? Get away!”
Equally crazed, Margaret pushed Teresa to the ground, sneering, “Some slut like me? What else would a whore produce but <b>a </b>slut <b>like </b>me, right?”