The Bride’s Revenge

Chapter 33 It Was a Little Foolish

The online buzz persisted until the afternoon before subsiding. People within the social circle were well aware that Jameson had forsaken Marion, his childhood sweetheart of twelve years, for the scheming Sally, whom many referred to as a ‘she–devil‘.

In secret, many criticized Jameson for being blind. Even Tessa Cooper, the wealthy heiress from the Cooper family, who had never been fond of Marion, posted a cryptic message in support of Marion in

her social circle.

Upon seeing Tessa’s post, Cassie felt a sense of nostalgia and shared a screenshot with Marion, saying, “Marion, even that ‘Medusa‘ seems to feel sorry for you!”

Marion and Tessa had never gotten along since childhood. During Marion’s school days, Tessa had frequently framed and sabotaged her. Their relationship was like fire and water, and not even a facade of false friendship remained.

Cassie thought Tessa was ruthless, like a cold–blooded snake, hence the nickname Medusa.

Marion saw Cassie’s screenshot after she finished practicing the piano, and felt a twinge of sentimentality. Look at that, even her arch–enemy found Jameson’s actions excessive. Why had she endured this for so many years?

Marion gave a wry smile, acknowledging that she was not entirely innocent.

Indeed, she was perhaps a little foolish.

and Marion

Marion, what would you like for dinner

four in the afternoon, and another day was quickly passing by. Marion looked away from her phone.

Mr. Cartier mentioned it

“Oh, I see.”

on her hand, as her fingers tapped her cheek.

Cartier always praises your cooking skills. He’ll be delighted if

it’s settled. I’ll cook!”

with Mable. It had been a while since she had cooked, and her skills had become

that Marion was cooking that night, he could not hide his joy. Watching his daughter busy in the

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finished the last dish and had Mable bring it out, she washed her hands and joined them at the dining table. It had been a long time since

bottle of red wine to celebrate

you, Dad.”

glass?”

her a third of the red wine. Mable and the butler discreetly went downstairs, leaving the space for the father and