Chapter: 130
“Debbie, you would be a muttonhead to file a divorce.”
Debbie couldn’t stand to read her friends’ messages anymore. She threw her phone away on the sofa in distress. Why didn’t any of them support her in her decision? However, her phone didn’t stop buzzing. She knew that her friends were still trying to talk her out of the divorce.
“Go to sleep. Since Carlos has been holding back the divorce, what I think or want doesn’t really matter.”
Instantly, the chat becquiet. Her phone stopped beeping, because no one was talking.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDebbie shook her head in disappointment.
These were her best friends, but none of them was on her side in this matter. ‘Not only should I end my marriage, I think it’s tI find myself snew friends, * she thought bitterly.
Before going to sleep, she sent another message in the group’s chat.
“This is confidential. Don’t tell anyone else.”
At almost half past midnight, after playing svideo games, Jared saw
Debbie’s message and he joked, “I have sold your secret to a journalist. By tomorrow morning, everybody will cto know that you are Mrs. Hilton.”
The beeping of the phone woke Kasie up. She looked at the screen drowsily and snapped, “Don’t disturb my sleep. Back off!”
Finally, everything went silent.
The next morning, when Debbie was getting dressed, the newly bought fashionable clothes in her closet upset her. She regretted buying them.
Why had she bought all those clothes just to look good for Carlos? Why couldn’t she continue to live her life the way she wanted to? And just be herself?
She fumbled in the closet for the old casual clothes she had crammed in the back. They had been wrinkled, but she put them on anyway. After putting on a pair of white tennis shoes, she went downstairs. ‘Ah, this is so much better.’
By then, Carlos had already finished his breakfast. Something on the iPad caught his interest.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Try to wake up half an hour earlier from now on,” he said when he saw her.
“Why?” As soon as she sat down at the table, Julie handed her a bowl of congee with salted pork and century egg. She took a sip and Looked up at Carlos.
“Because then you won’t stay up so late.”
Here cthe intrusion once again.
Debbie was fuming.
“Why do you care whether I stay up late or not? You fool around with other women and you don’t see me passing judgement on you.”
Carlos suddenly lifted his head from the iPad and stared at her coldly.
Debbie started to get nervous.
“What? Am I wrong?”