Perfect Marriage with My Substitute Wife

“Don’t spout nonsense,” Sandra reprimanded her sister. The former’s expression became unnatural when she saw Kathleen.

With a stony expression, Kathleen eyed Yvette and uttered, “You have a mouth but fail to speak properly. It might as well have grown below you; at least it would serve some form of purpose then.”

“What did you just say?” responded Yvette in an extremely shrill voice.

“Do you not understand what I mean? If you do, then great. If not, looks like your brain’s faulty too,” said Kathleen with an icy tone.

“Kathleen, my sister did not speak in a nice tone just now, but did you really have to criticize her like this?” interjected Sandra, frustrated.

“Well, wasn’t your sister the one who started it first?” Kathleen said flatly. “Surely you know that it’s always the instigator who’s at fault.”

Sandra bit her lip and did not say a word.

Back then, Kathleen said the exact same thing to her.

Yvette mocked, “Kathleen, what’re you so cocky about? You and Samuel have been married for three years, but he ended up having a mistress anyway.”

Kathleen’s delicate countenance paled a shade.

Previously, Samuel and Nicolette appeared in the Yoeger residence together.

Everyone in Jadeborough knew that he personally fed that woman cake.

At that time, Kathleen’s marriage to him had not been publicly announced yet, so everyone thought that Samuel and Nicolette would be a couple.

“Why the silence?” asked Yvette smugly.

In a calm manner, Kathleen said, “Even if he has a mistress, you decided to insult me, the wife, instead of blaming the cheating man. Where are your morals?”

Yvette was stunned for a moment before replying angrily, “Kathleen, stop lecturing me like you’re on the moral high ground. I inquired about this long ago; Samuel and Nicolette were a pair, to begin with. The one who snatched someone else’s partner was you! You’re the real homewrecker!”

Kathleen sneered and said, “I’m the homewrecker? What a pity—the ‘homewrecker’ you’re referring to is actually Samuel’s real wife, while Nicolette became the mistress that everyone hates. Are you dissatisfied with that?”

“Kathleen, you vile, shameless woman! Samuel will divorce you eventually! Homewrecker b*tch!” Yvette hissed through gritted teeth.

“Yvette!” Sandra creased her brows.

Kathleen chuckled aloud and said with disdain, “I’m a homewrecker b*tch? What does that make your sister?”

that, Sandra’s

said Yvette with arms akimbo. “She’s a

your

Yvette’s arm, intending to drag her

you doing? Why’re you afraid of her?” Yvette scowled. “She’s a homewrecker, a vixen who destroys other people’s relationships! What right does she have to

right, do you?” A hint of scorn filled

sure

attacks on Kathleen were merely out of her jealousy, not out of

know Samuel

she “knew” him, she actually only saw his photo as Sandra and Samuel went

to

devised countless plans to

her social status to get

had the opportunity to get in touch with Samuel back when Sandra was still

did not contact each

any

Yvette worked hard throughout the past few

announced his marriage with Kathleen

that he had married was a parentless orphaned

Yvette, Kathleen did not match up to Samuel other than the fact that she was

when Yvette saw Kathleen, she tried all

likes is Nicolette. He wouldn’t care about what happens

everything and failed. You’re not even half as pretty as her, so what makes you so sure

Sandra’s face became flushed.

teach you a lesson if

mind, so how would you know that? I

enough!” Sandra bit her lip and snapped, “I have never

that you’re not restraining her. Instead, you’re

Sandra was taken aback.

all. Looks like after so many years, you still harbor ulterior motives and impure thoughts for another man despite your upcoming marriage. Since your sister loves being an upright warrior for morality and pointing out

as ever,”

compliment. I naturally would not show any mercy toward lowlifes.” Kathleen welcomed the woman’s remark

have your head!” Yvette raised her fist and

Sandra’s lips

see Kathleen

stared directly at Yvette’s fist without budging