Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook

Get Out Raegan looked at Lauren with disdain and said, "Let me be clear, Lauren.
I have no interest in Mitchel.
He's nothing but garbage to me.
Why are you acting so proud?" Lauren, far from being upset, felt a sense of satisfaction.
"Just go ahead.
Lash out at me!" she muttered to herself.
She was convinced Mitchel wouldn't want to stay with someone like Raegan after hearing these words.
Perhaps a divorce was imminent.
Continuing her tirade, Raegan sneered, “If you're so keen on picking up my leftovers, be my guest.
By the way, I hope you two, a bitch and a bastard, find happiness together." At these words, Mitchel standing behind them
stopped in his tracks, his expression turning dark.
Bastard? Since when had Raegan become so sharp- tongued? Lauren, now genuinely furious, retorted, "Who are you calling a
bitch?" "Oh, how could | forget? You're the mistress here,” Raegan quipped, leaving Lauren both mortified and irate.
Raegan, with a mocking smile, added, "Don't delude yourself.
Even if you succeed, you'll always be the mistress.
That label will haunt you forever, so you better stay in line and not cross me again." Lauren's face clouded over upon hearing
these words.
While Mitchel seemed calm, she was pissed off first.
But she suppressed her fury, thinking that tolerating this would help her marry Mitchel.
Faced with Raegan’s menacing tone, Lauren played the victim.
"What are you implying? Is this a threat?" "Yes, I am threatening you,” Raegan admitted unapologetically.

"I've lost everything.
You think I'm afraid of you now?" Lauren inwardly rejoiced.
This was exactly what she wanted, for Mitchel to witness Raegan's malicious nature.

it five times over. Without hesitation, she grabbed Lauren's hair and slapped her, fueling the drama. Raegan knew Lauren's plan was to have Mitchel witness her seeming madness. So be it. She would fully embrace the role. Raegan stooped to gather the shattered fragments of a cup from the floor, pressing them menacingly against Lauren's cheek. With a sneer, she taunted, “Who do you think will come to your rescue? How would you feel if I slashed your face?” Fear gripped Lauren instantly. She couldn't fathom Raegan's sudden madness. Why did Raegan remain enraged even after knowing Mitchel’s arrival? Terrified of her face being marred, Lauren broke down,

sheet of paper, causing her to crash to the bedside table. Instantly, her delicate face throbbed with pain, her face beading with cold sweat. Mitchel's expression shifted to concern. Squatting beside Raegan, he anxiously offered his hand, asking, "Are you hurt?" The next moment, his hand was abruptly swatted away. "Fuck off!" Raegan's

bleeding anew, but Raegan seemed detached, her gaze icy as she observed their interaction, her eyes brimming with scorn. Mitchel assisted a still-crying,

fearing misinterpretation. But now, Raegan was devoid of emotion. Her only desire was a swift divorce, to distance herself from this disgusting man and woman and never