You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 1725: Be Conscious and Take the Initiative for Divorce

Here is the English translation:

Chapter 1725: Taking the Initiative to Divorce Consciously

Athena sat down abruptly in front of Joyce.

She looked at Joyce arrogantly, with a slanted gaze full of disdain, "So you are Joyce? I don't think you look that great, quite ordinary actually. Seeing is believing, nothing special. Standing next to Brother Luther, you are no match for him. You don't deserve him."

Joyce smiled and said to the waiter, "Two cups of black coffee please.” Looking at Athena, Joyce's lips curled slightly, “I ordered for you, I feel like you would probably like bitter coffee. Sweet doesn't suit you." Athena frowned, was Joyce implying she would rather pour someone a drink and not drink it herself, preferring to drink a forfeit? Good one Joyce, every sentence has thorns.

Joyce tapped her fingers lightly on the table, “Is a woman's appearance really that important? There are countless beautiful celebrities and singers. Even in nightclubs, there are several gorgeous princesses. That is a superficial perspective. I thought Miss Ballard, having grown up in a prominent family, would value inner depth and refinement more. Besides, whether or not I deserve Luther should be for him to say." "You!"

Athena suddenly clenched her fingers together. She hated that she couldn't just slap Joyce across the face and scratch her skin off. "Joyce, what are you so smug about? I knew Brother Luther years before you, I'm his first love."

Athena flicked her long hair and turned to face Joyce.

For a moment, Joyce was distracted. Why did she feel like Athena's figure seemed familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before. And more than once.

The long hair, the aura, she seemed to have seen them before. Somehow, she suddenly recalled the two bizarre encounters with a mysterious woman on the helicopter, one of those times, the side profile she saw looked quite similar to Athena's now.

Joyce distracted, Athena thought she had rendered Joyce

used to think I was dead. He must have been

could finish,

Athena's words to heart at all, nor

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how long he has been away from home

if admiring a work of art. Unexpectedly, Joyce's next words almost suffocated her with anger. "Oh." Joyce leaned back nonchalantly against the sofa backrest. “You're boasting about your experience as a mistress? No legitimacy,

features on Athena's face immediately

word mistress to her

main partner, Joyce was

morals of the world today have really decayed. Now women don't even

black coffees

a mistress?! Clearly it's you, taking advantage

a little onto the table with Athena's slamming

said it yourself that I stole your sweetheart, since I stole him, he's mine now.

rebuttal, realizing she was no match for her

her impatience, Athena no longer wanted

Reaching into her file bag, she took out

facts are facts. Luther doesn't want you anymore. If you have any sense, hurry