All Novel Sweet
Chapter 39
Chapter: 40
The thing was, her aunt knew she had married someone. But she never knew who it was.
Unwillingly, Debbie answered in honesty, “Yes, I have. But, I want a divorce. I’m young and I don’t want to be trapped in a nominal marriage.”
Surprised by her response, Lucinda nodded.
“Alright. It’s up to you.
Whatever decision you make, I’m with you.” Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.
“Thank you, Aunt.”
Out of the Murphy family, Debbie unexpectedly saw a kennel on the roadside, making her face darken. That kennel was the main reason she despised Gail so much.
Half a day had passed, but Carlos hadn’t returned her message yet.
But later that day, she saw Gail on the campus, which meant she was back to school. It also meant it was time for Debbie to go to New York.
Due to the timely treatment, Gail’s face wasn’t as swollen as earlier.
With the help of makeup, one could hardly tell her face went through such damage.
Eyeing Debbie gloatingly, Gail spat, “You thought being Curtis’ pet could get you a free pass huh? Guess what? Curtis listens to Carlos.”
Earlier, when her parents were having a conversation in their house,
Gail had overheard that Carlos had agreed to allow her to go back to school.
She didn’t understand, though, why a person who had gotten her expelled was willing to help her back to school.
‘Maybe it’s because..
I’m pretty and he has a crush on me? And when he knew that it was me who got expelled, he tried to make it right?’
With this in mind, Gail couldn’t keep her laughter in check.
Everyone wished to have even a small connection with Carlos and whoever did was treated highly, similar to humans praising a god.
Hands buried in the pockets of her coat, Debbie cast Gail a scornful look and snarled, “Go away, you psycho!” ‘Mr. Loftus wasn’t part of it anyway, ‘ she sneered internally.
“Debbie, I’m telling you, it was Carlos who asked the school to take me back. It was Carlos, you hear me? The one who you confessed your Love to and turned you down. Remember?” Gail blabbered like a twit.
‘Of course I remember him cause he’s my husband, you idiot!’ Debbie cursed inwardly.
Gail was getting better and better at twisting the facts and making up her own stories, Debbie found.
“You know better than anyone why I confessed my love to Carlos. Also, where did you get the idea that he turned me down, hmm?” she retorted.
“W-What? You mean he didn’t turn you down?” Gail said, dismayed by