Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath

Chapter 663

Yvonne's side of the story.

She was surrounded by her closest girlfriends, laughter and chatter swirling around them. Aileen handed her a glass of wine, eyebrow raised. "So, you and Mr. Schultz actually went and got your marriage license?"

Yvonne took the glass, shot Aileen a look, and downed it in one go. "How'd you find out?"

"Julia was at the city hall today. Saw you and Xander there, yelling at each other while signing the papers. What the heck is going on with you two?"

Seriously, who gets their marriage license like that? Most people go to city hall all lovey-dovey, or at least acting all starry-eyed. Yvonne and Xander were practically ready to throw down in the courthouse.

Julia strolled in from the patio, grinning. “Told you she wasn't spending her wedding night like a newlywed, Aileen. You owe me dinner."

"After that scene at city hall? No way," Aileen scoffed.

Yvonne poured herself another drink. "So what were you doing at city hall anyway?"

"Helping my uncle file for divorce," Julia replied, grabbing the wine bottle for a swig.

You went

eyes. "What? It's not weird. I've helped him divorce like

Yvonne snorted. "You're incorrigible."

real piece of work. He'd marry anyone he slept with, then lose interest and bail.

you really thinking, girl? When I saw you two at city hall, I thought you were

in. "Yeah, what's the deal? You never mentioned anything about Xander. Wasn't he head over heels for that girl from your family? What's his

Like he could ever love someone. He's only ever wanted what he can't

But wasn't Stella his ex? And now she's marrying Mr.

daughter-in-law❞— Stella. People used to think Stella was just the Quinns' foster daughter,

He's got this dark, twisted side.

and Julia

taking one for the team? You're going to marry him

think I'm the type to suffer

leaned forward. "Which

"Revenge." Yvonne smirked.

went wide. "Wait,

family had been through hell, and her girlfriends had all rallied around her-offering money, contacts, whatever they could. They'd proven themselves real friends, unlike half the so-called socialites in Portis