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.

distracted, Athena thought she had rendered Joyce speechless. She was

I was dead. He must have been heartbroken, but now

could finish, Joyce interrupted

his first love, that's all in the past. Now I'm his wife. How it happened doesn't matter, what matters is the result. The result is, I'm his wife now!" Joyce smiled casually, as if she didn't take Athena's words to heart at all,

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uttering through gritted teeth, "Joyce, look at how long he has been away from

leaned back nonchalantly against the sofa backrest. “You're boasting about your experience as a mistress? No legitimacy,

features on

mistress to her

main partner, Joyce

the world today have really decayed. Now women don't even have the most basic

the waiter brought over the black coffees and

slammed the table heavily with a “slap”, "Who are you calling a mistress?! Clearly it's

the table with Athena's slamming action, the pitch black liquid

I stole him, he's mine

speechless by Joyce's rebuttal, realizing she was no match for

her impatience, Athena no longer wanted to engage

to play her trump card. Reaching into her file bag, she took out a document and handed it to

how glib you are, facts are facts. Luther doesn't want you anymore. If you have any sense, hurry and sign the divorce papers, don't keep embarrassing