<b>Chapter </b><b>216</b>N?velDrama.Org ? 2024.
<b>Teresa </b>found herself suddenly tumbling to the floor,nding in an ungraceful heap, pain shing across her face. Disbelief clouded her gaze as she looked up <b>at </b>Margaret. “Margaret, did you just push me? After all these years, providing you with the best of <b>everything</b>. clothes, <b>gadgets</b>, you name <b>it</b>, and this is how you repay me<b>?</b><b>”</b>
<i>“</i><i>We </i>wouldn’t be in this mess now if you truly cared!” Margaret red down at Teresa with fury etched on her face. She grabbed Teresa’s hair, and her voice sounded icy with resentment. “You always said, <b>‘</b><b>If </b><b>you </b>want something, go get it yourself. No one’s going to hand it to you! <b>Didn’t </b>you? So<b>, </b>why the hell are you ming me for doing just that? Mom, am I <b>not </b>just following your advice?”
“No.” Teresa was flustered, a mix of anger and regret swirling within her. “I never taught you to be like this. Never!”
“I. It isn’t what I meant. It’s not!” Teresa’s protests grew more frantic, and suddenly<b>, </b>she <b>scrambled </b>to her feet, her words tumbling <b>out </b>as she dashed outside, her eyes wide and unfocused.
Margaret watched her go and suddenly burst into tears, her gaze turning to me, bitter and using. “Happy now? Seeing my mom <b>and </b>1 turn against each other like this makes you proud, huh?”
“Somewhat.” My response was cold, detached.
It wasn’t <b>a </b>moment of victory, it was just karma doing its thing.
When Teresa once treated Bryant’s mother with such disdain, she couldn’t have imagined this day woulde. It turned out that the fiercest karma wasn’t from a stranger but her daughter.
Margaret clenched her teeth. “Don’t think you’ve won! Jane…”
“Enough with the threats.” I gestured toward the onlookers in the hall with a faint smile. “You’d be better off moving quickly before the online vigntes find your address and start throwing eggs and painting your door.”
“You!” At that moment, Margaret realized she was being filmed, her expression immediately shifting as she whispered fiercely, “Jane, you’ve got nerve!”
With that, she covered her face with her purse and fled.
Atst, the drama hade to an end.
I sighed and made my way home.
Christine’s life had been in turmoil, avoiding ces where she might run into Steven, instead choosing to stay <b>in</b>, ying video games and binge–watching shows.
When I walked in, she rushed over with her tablet, barely containing her excitement. “Did <i>you </i>have a hand in what’s online? I wouldn’t have pegged you for the type to hold nothing back. Have you seen? Margaret and Albert are getting roasted online. It’s hrious.”
I chuckled, kicking off my shoes. “Wasn’t me.”
No wonder Bryant thought it was my doing. Even Christine had suspected me. But unlike Bryant, Christine believed me without question when I exined.
She was puzzled. “Then who was it? But whoever did it has done a great service. I owe them a big dinner!<b>”</b>
“It’s both good and bad.” I flopped onto the couch, looking at Christine. “They’ve messed up my ns.”
Curious, Christine picked up a cup of iced tea from the coffee table and offered it to <b>me</b>. “What do you mean?”
“I didn’t get the divorce papers.” Just mentioning it irritated me. I took <b>a </b>long sip of the tea. “I was so close. I would’ve had finalized the divorce if they had interfered <b>a </b>minuteter.”