Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 69

The private room was a complete mess, with everything that could be smashed now lying in ruins,

Refusing to be defeated, Mia retrieved her phone and swiftly dialed Natalie’s number With a mischievous glint, she could not resist yelling. “Aren’t you curious to know who was behind the incident where you were drugged at the Foster family?”

There was silence on the other end, indicating that Natalie was listening. Mia felt a sense of triumph and continued to provoke her, “It was me. Aren’t you surprised? Do you want to know if Mr. Wilson is aware of it? Well, let me tell you, not only does he know, but he even had someone send me the information to keep it safe. You see, he didn’t want you to find out. Why do you think you have the right to compete with me? Just because you think you’re Mr. Wilson’s woman? Would he allow me to drug you if he truly liked you?”

With her objective achieved, Mia felt great satisfaction, and her mood significantly lifted.

As the call ended, Natalie’s complexion turned ashen, a wave of unease washing over her. Her chest tightened, making it difficult to draw a steady breath. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes, and she fought to hold them back.

Sensing Natalie’s distress, Sherri swiftly located a nearby parking spot and unfastened her seatbelt. Leaning closer, she looked at Natalie with genuine concern and asked, “Natalie, what happened? Who was on the phone?”

Sherri pondered, “Natalie is a strong woman. Besides Mr. Foster’s passing, no one had made Natalie lose her cool like this. She is clearly trying her best to suppress her emotions!”

After a moment of silence, Natalie turned her head and looked at Sherri with her bloodshot eyes as she asked, “Sherri… do you know who is responsible for drugging us at the Foster family?”

Sherri shook her head; she genuinely did not know. It would have caused a major rift if she had known, especially considering her

involvement with Hackett Blackwell.

In a trembling voice, Natalie whispered, “It was Mia Blackwell”

“That woman is utterly despicable! Is she completely unhinged? I am going to find her,” Sherri exclaimed as fury surged through her veins. She unlocked the car, readying herself to step out, but Natalie swiftly grasped her arm, preventing her from leaving.

In a muted voice, Natalie pleaded, “Don’t go. Trevon Wilson is determined to protect her. What could you possibly do to her?”

Sherri rose her voice, “What? Trevon Wilson not only knows about it but is actively protecting her. This is unacceptable! I don’t care if he’s Mr. Wilson or Mr. Theo. We cannot simply let this go. We must hold that woman accountable. Natalie, you wouldn’t let her escape unscathed, will you?”

Sherri never viewed her best friend as someone who would back down in the face of bullies. Throughout their lives, she recognized Natalie as a person who would never hesitate to seek retribution for any wrongdoing inflicted upon her.

the tranquil scenery outside, drawing solace from its calming presence. Returning

Natalie’s question, Sherri countered

somber mood, Sherri observed that it was particularly pronounced that day. She responded, “I can’t say whether Mia is considered a romantic interest, but… she happens

how she accessed Trevon’s phone and effortlessly

of heartache settled upon Natalie. The realization pierced through her as she comprehended the depth of the betrayal. Her supposedly devoted husband had been aware of his ex-girlfriend’s role in the drugging

concerned that I

asked carefully, “Natalie, are

Natalie be so upset by Trevon’s betrayal? Natalie would not have reacted if she

is often said that the one who falls first is the one who

sense of heartbreak and distress was inevitable as this marriage had

chosen for her

never anticipated the profound devastation coursing through her veins. It seemed as though her husband, in collaboration with his mistress, had orchestrated a cruel conspiracy

with a wry smile and mused, “How absurd. I never anticipated developing any feelings for him. Perhaps it’s because I lack much

it’s just a fleeting fondness. Now that I see things clearly, I can cut my losses in time. I’m not at a complete loss. The only aspect that troubles me is that my grandfather

eyes welling up with tears. Unsure of how to offer solace, she leaned in and enveloped Natalie in a heartfelt embrace and sincerely consoled, “It’s alright. Our lives don’t have to revolve around men. I am here with you, and we should never settle for any scumbag. Natalie, you deserve someone far better. Your world will be imbued with beauty once you distance yourself from these toxic relationships. In just

she teased, “What’s gotten into you? Do you think I’m some beauty wandering around Athana in endless circles? Why not claim I’ve circled the entire Earth while you’re

marry, I’ll be right by your side. I’ll stand by my

for pizza!” Natalie

seeing that Natalie’s emotions had calmed down,

aligned perfectly with a woman’s aesthetic. This allure

length of time spent together does not necessarily determine the development of feelings. Some individuals can spend years. together without forming any emotional connection, while others can instantly and profoundly bond from their

to a linear progression. They are deeply personal and subjective, transcending rigid timelines or predetermined sequences. Guided by the desires and inclinations of the heart, they are often ignited by a profound sense of

been in any romantic relationship, she had watched numerous TV dramas that depicted various types of

in Natalie’s life. He had been involved in moments of intimacy, including assisting Natalie with changing clothes and sharing meals, and recently, they even engaged in a physical relationship. The first time is important for

Sherri quietly sighed while carefully analyzing the reasons for

moment, the unsuspecting man sat in his chair, scrolling through his phone.