Chapter 69
Diana stood stiffly in place, feeling a chill that ran through her entire body.
Beside her, Gabriella had been enjoying the drama and let a flicker of pride flash across her smug face.
It was as if she was trying to say, “See? I’m the most important woman in Vincent’s heart.”
As for Diana? She was nothing.
So what if she held the title of Mrs. Hendrix? It didn’t stop her from being crushed underfoot.
The one who won a man’s love was the real victor.
Suddenly, Diana laughed.
It was a laugh laced with bitter sarcasm and self–mockery.
She slowly let go of Gabriella’s hand, her smile tight and insincere. She said, “Since you like it so much, this ring is yours from this moment on.
“But let me give you a piece of advice–don’t wear shoes that don’t fit. And you’d best not wear rings that aren’t meant for you either. Be careful. If it cuts off circulation and won’t come off, you might end up needing an amputation.”
Diana smirked and turned away.
Behind her, Gabriella looked terrified, pitifully clutching Vincent’s sleeve.
“Vincent, what should we do? Is Diana mad at me?”
“Ignore her. If you like the ring, it’s yours,” his deep voice rang out.
“Really?” Gabriella nestled into his arms, her eyes welling with tears. She was pretending to be the picture of delicate innocence.
Vincent lowered his gaze to her, gently brushing her hair.
He said gently, “I’m sorry if I scared you earlier. Wait here. I’ll go gather a few things, then head to the office. I’ll drop you off on the way.”
With Diana no longer around, Gabriella dropped her helpless act and nodded obediently, flashing him a radiant, innocent smile.
However, as soon as Vincent walked away, Gabriella turned and bolted toward where Diana had just gone.
In the backyard garden, Diana had just sat down when she heard hurried footsteps behind her.
She turned her head and saw Gabriella approaching.
“What do you want now?” Diana frowned instinctively.
To her, Gabriella was quite the living irony. She was a terrible actress when she should be acting, yet naturally dramatic and performative in daily life. She might as well win an award for it. “Diana.” Gabriella approached with a sweet smile.
“Drop the act. We’re not that close,” Diana replied without even looking at her. “Didn’t you already get what you wanted? Or are you here to stir up more trouble?”
Gabriella smirked and presented her left hand before Diana, the refracted sunlight producing a brilliant display.
“This? Pretty as it may be, it’s just an object,” she said. “If I were you, Diana, I’d have divorced him a long time ago. I seriously don’t get it. Vincent has already slept with me. Why are you still holding onto him?”
She chuckled softly, then added, “Or do you just simply enjoy this suffering? Anyway, you saw it yourself. No matter what happens, Vincent always takes my side. So what’s the point of clinging to the title of Mrs. Hendrix, hm?”
Diana slowly raised her eyes, calmly looking at the young woman before her.
Gabriella didn’t know that Diana had already decided to divorce Vincent. She didn’t know that everything was already prepared.
The only reason Diana had endured until now was because of Vincent’s grandfather, Jason Hendrix.
Once he passed away, she would divorce Vincent as quickly as possible.
But all of that… she had no intention of letting Gabriella know.
With a faint sinile, she asked gently, “Didn’t he love you deeply? Then why hasn’t he brought up divorce?”
“You!” Gabriella’s expression darkened instantly.
Diana continued smiling, “Aren’t you good at pillow talk? Go on, tell him to come ask me for a divorce. If he likes you that much, why would he still let you remain just a mistress?” “Shut up! You old hag, shut the fuck up!”
In stark contrast to Diana’s serene calm, Gabriella was instantly enraged by just a few words.
Like a shrew, she lunged at Diana, screaming the whole time.
“What do you know? A woman who isn’t loved is the real homewrecker! You’re the mistress, Diana, you!”
A loud slap ensued, and Gabriella froze on the spot, holding her cheek, eyes wide in disbelief.
“Y–You actually hit me?” Her voice trembled. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell Vincent?”
Diana flexed her wrist, unperturbed in the slightest.
“Be my guest”
Chapter 70
