Love Coming from the Least Expected

Love Coming from the Least Expected Chapter 58

He seemed to be undefeatable when it came to a battle of wits. I could learn a thing or two from him. Amidst all the chaos, I accidentally caught sight of Crystal leaning on Wendy with a pitiful look on her face. The moment she noticed me staring, she arched an eyebrow.

“You lost,” mouthed Crystal smugly.

She was right. I had lost. In fact, I never had a chance to begin with. If Christopher and Sabrina had not shown up to save the day, things would have been worst. I would be publicly labeled a mistress, cast aside, and stomped on.

With all my might, I yanked off my wedding ring and handed it over to Lyle. “Two years ago, after you broke up with Crystal, it was you who came and asked my hand in marriage. You promised me a lifetime of happiness. That was why I married you. Now, I’m giving this ring back to you. Since you want us to be divorced, I’ll fulfill your wish.”

our divorce in front of others. Lyle gaped at me, shocked. Seemingly hesitant, he did not accept the ring. Scoffing at the idea that he was reminiscing about our memories together, I grabbed his hand and pressed the ring down onto his

the crowd. I rolled my eyes, annoyed. I had seen this scene happened so many

clear that day. Lyle was the reason she had returned. As for me, I no longer had the will

hurried over to us. While running, some of the reporters starting asking questions, shoving their microphones towards Crystal. “Ms. Yates, as an

is your relationship with Ms. Yates? Are you married? Who’s your wife? If Ms. Yates were

and I had not conducted a party for our wedding. Even though I was the young mistress of the Smith household, the media had never known of my existence. At first sight of the reporters, Christopher snuck me away from the group while Sabrina stayed back to prevent the reporters from seeing me. As the mistress

were to catch a photo of your face.” Christopher’s tall physique prevented me from getting hit

not help but turn and look at him. Perhaps I really was stupid. Even then, I wanted to know what Lyle would tell the media. My expectations for Lyle were too high. A small piece of my heart still hoped that he would

to act rashly in front of the cameras. He even warned Wendy to keep quiet when she was about to speak. Suddenly, the hands on my shoulders felt heavier. I winced in pain before