There were no traces of perfume on Bonnie's body. Nacy's brows furrowed for a moment before her
features eased into a nonchalant smile. "Divorce? It doesn't bother me. Times have changed, and I find
the notion that a woman is defined by her marriage incredibly outdated." The unperturbed smile on her
lips remained as she continued, "Only misogynists would think so. It's a pity, especially coming from
another woman herself. Don't you think it's time to reevaluate your perspective? Otherwise you'd be left
behind."
Bruce slowly put down the kebab in his hand, and lifted his graceful fingers to adjust the black frames
of his glasses. He stood up slowly, as if deliberately taking his time, and said, "That's true. Divorce
doesn't make woman any less. Plenty of men would still find them desirable. The same is true the other
way around. Even virgins can find it difficult to attract men. Most men prefer women who wouldn't be a
boring lay in the bedroom."
"Ha-ha-ha..." Nacy burst into laughter as she gave him a thumbs up.
She could never have imagined that Bruce was hiding such a sharp tongue underneath his serious
exterior.
Bonnie gritted her teeth at the curse that was threatening to escape from her lips. Her carefully made-
up face blanched in fury. "I take it then that you are speaking from experience, Mr. Xu. Did you have
one hell of a time paying Nacy a visit?"
"Miss Zhong, whether I have or not is none of your business, is it? Only unrefined ladies would pry into
other's private lives. If you have the time to be concerned about us, I suggest for you to use it into
learning better manners. You might have more problems getting yourself a man with that attitude,"
Bruce said.
"Since you like my ex-husband so much, you have all the chances in the world. After all, he's single
again and there wouldn't be anyone in your way. Why don't you hurry up and find him?" Nacy added
sweetly with a smile.
"You're a shameless bitch," Bonnie spat, unable to control herself. Her otherwise sweet face contorted
in fury.
"Oh, don't be so angry. You'll age faster if you keep on frowning like that. Trust me, my ex-husband
doesn't like old women. I know his preferences very well." Nacy's voice was dripping with sarcasm,
which only fanned Bonnie's anger.
Every time Nacy called Simon "ex-husband," Bonnie felt as if freezing water was being poured on her.
Her chest tightened as she fought to contain her rage.
"Well… You keep mentioning your ex-husband, Nacy. Do you like talking about him that much? It's as if
you want to broadcast your divorce to everyone. No wonder you're an actress. You're the queen of
dramas even in real life. Is it that fun to stir up trouble? Or is it because you want to draw attention to
yourself? I pity you." Bonnie said, gritting her teeth and looking at Nacy with disdain.
"As I said earlier, my divorce doesn't bother me. There are plenty of other men. Why don't you go to
Simon instead and ask him if he wants to marry you. If you two get married, I'll be sure to attend your
wedding and get you a nice wedding gift. Doesn't that sound good?" Nacy folded her arms in front of
her chest and stared back at Bonnie with a challenge in her eyes.
"Oh, it'll be my pleasure. I'll definitely send you the invite," Bonnie hissed. She was hanging on to the
last thread of her composure and was turning hysterical.
"I look forward to it then," Nacy said, a cold mocking smile on her lips.
Bonnie wanted to wipe that smile off Nacy's face with her own hands. With a dark face, she said
angrily, "I hope you don't cry when that day comes!"
"Why would I cry? My dear, sweet, Bonnie, not all women in the world think the same as you. You can
go ahead and live your life holding on to your man, but I'm different. I have enough self-respect not to
attach my value to a man, or anyone else for that matter. Chasing after men, living to please
them...frankly, I find it…what's the word…pathetic." Nacy looked straight into Bonnie's eyes as she said
the last word.
Bonnie's fists tightened at the verbal attack. "It's clear why Simon divorced you. You are impossible to
get along with! No one would want a woman such as yourself!" Bonnie said, her voice rising in pitch.
"You got that part wrong, dear." Nacy shook her finger arrogantly. "He didn't divorce me; I divorced him.
Consider him a gift from me."
Nacy met Bonnie's contemptuous gaze with her own.
Bonnie felt as if she really was about to explode. Her hands clenched into fists as blue veins throbbed
in her forehead. "You say that you don't love him, but why did you fight me for him in the first place? We
were already engaged, so why did you have to come between us? Have you no conscience? You
divorced him just to save face. You were the one who destroyed your relationship. Everything that
happened was your karma. You deserve losing your child!"
No matter the spiteful words Bonnie threw at Nacy in the past, Nacy had always kept her composure.
But Bonnie touched something she shouldn't have this time. Nacy's face darkened at the mention of
her lost child.
Her beautiful eyes emitted a dangerous light as she looked at Bonnie. "And you rejoice that my baby is
gone?"
Bonnie was taken aback when she realized what she had just said. Her anger dampened with anxiety,
thinking that she had to be careful, otherwise she would be found out.
To outsiders, the loss of Nacy's baby was an unfortunate miscarriage, but Nacy was no fool. She knew
that her body's reaction to the perfume was not natural.
"What? Cat got your tongue? Keep talking. I'm interested to hear what you have to say." Nacy's voice
was cold as her eyes seemed to bore through Bonnie and see into their depths, uncovering all of her
secrets.
"What… What does it have to do with me?" Bonnie stammered as if guilt was overtaking her words.
Since the loss of Nacy's baby, Bonnie's sleep had been plagued with nightmares. She saw herself
standing in a dark basement, holding a bloody baby in her hands. She felt its heart beating, the sound
growing louder and louder until she was woken up, her shirt soaked with cold sweat.
"Did I ever say that you had anything to do with it? You look pale. What are you so afraid of?" Nacy
pressed, cornering her with questions. Given how Bonnie was reacting, she was now certain that
Bonnie had something to do with her miscarriage.
Bonnie averted her eyes and countered, "What nonsense are you talking about? Whether your child
lived or not, it doesn't have anything to do with me."
"Of course. I'm sure it doesn't matter to you." Nacy leaned closer to Bonnie and whispered, "Are you
sleeping well these days? I hope you're not having nightmares. People with a filthy conscience burn in
hell."
Startled, Bonnie drew back from Nacy and pointed at her with a trembling finger. "You… You're trying to
frame me," she said with a shaky voice. "You can't even protect your own child, and now you try to
blame others for your irresponsibility. Do you even deserve to be a mother?"
Nacy was quick to respond. The next moment, her hands were around Bonnie's pointed finger, almost
twisting it off her hand with the force of her hold. "We'll see, won't we. Karma? That's right. Everyone
gets their own eventually." Nacy pulled her closer and looked into her eyes as she hissed, "No prayer
can save you from your demons. Watch out for your own shadows."
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