Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife-Chapter 67 - 66: Just Relying on You, Don’t Ever Think About Beating Me 1_2

Chapter 67: Chapter 66: Just Relying on You, Don’t Ever Think About Beating Me 1_2

She slung her bag over her shoulder and left the booth to go to the room next door.

At this moment, it was already empty inside.

With a slight smile, she pulled out her phone from her bag and hung up the ongoing call with Zenia Yates.

Now it seemed the show could begin.

Hunter Warren stormed out of the club angrily and was about to get in his car when he heard an urgent shout from behind him.

He turned around to see Zenia, and Hunter’s eyes turned cold: "What are you doing here."

Gasping for breath, Zenia grasped Hunter’s arm: "Hunter, why didn’t you sign the divorce papers, why."

Hunter was displeased: "Have you been stalking me or Faye Townsend?"

Zenia held onto his wrist, lowered her head, shut her eyes, and began to cry.

"Why did you betray me? Didn’t you say you were going to marry me?"

Hunter shook Zenia off: "I hate women who are immature."

"Is it really me who’s immature?

Hunter, search your heart. How have I treated you?

Your words, when have I ever contradicted them?

Since being with you, I’ve genuinely molded myself into what you wanted.

But why is it that my wholehearted dedication to you is met with this kind of treatment from you?

For you, I even abandoned Faye.

How can you... treat me like this?"

Zenia squatted in front of him: "I thought you loved me.

If not for love, why were you with me?

Why divorce Faye for me?

Hunter, I really can’t figure you out, what’s the reason?

Why won’t you sign the divorce papers?"

Hunter looked down at Zenia, his eyes full of indifference.

"Are you sure I’m getting a divorce because of you, and not to use you?"

Zenia was stunned, looking at him in panic.

Hunter’s lips curled into a cold smile: "Zenia, you are truly immature.

With your family’s condition, what makes you think you could get close to me, Hunter Warren?

Isn’t it just because of your friend, Faye?

Such a pity you couldn’t wait a bit longer."

Zenia fearfully stood up and gently tugged at his sleeve: "Hunter, what are you talking about?

What’s wrong with you, don’t scare me.

I... I won’t ask you to divorce Faye anymore.

You can divorce her whenever you want.

Just please, don’t use these words to frighten me.

You know how much I love you."

Hunter sneered, his lips near her ear: "You love me?

Ha, you love my money.

I can give you a life of plenty, or make you lose everything.

So if you dare to act on your own accord again.

I’ll make you taste the transformation from a rich lady to a beggar.

Don’t try to challenge me."

After speaking, Hunter gave her a cold look, then his gaze swept towards Faye Townsend, who was standing far away at the club entrance watching this scene. He smirked and turned to get into his car and left.

After Hunter left, Zenia sat on the ground and cried bitterly.

She looked truly pitiful in that state.

But watching this scene, Faye felt incredibly pleased.

She leisurely carried her exquisite little handbag and walked over to stand behind Zenia.

With a haughty look, she watched the sports car drive away: "Even if it isn’t me, it wouldn’t be your turn.

Do you know why I’m so certain to say that you won’t be happy in the future?

Do you know why I haven’t sought revenge on you for so long?

It’s simple, because you’re not worthy, and I know very well, you will never have a single day of happiness.

Hunter Warren already has someone in his heart.

Perhaps you think you have more advantage in his heart than me.

But you’ll never become the person in Hunter Warren’s heart.

Zenia, just with you, don’t ever think about beating me."

Zenia stood up, staring coldly at her.

Faye smiled, and her smile was utterly wanton.

This was a side of Faye that Zenia had never seen before, enchanting, and wild.

Without warning, Zenia raised her hand and slapped her.

The sound of the slap was resounding.

However, Faye was not angry. She directly slapped Zenia back, and the smile on her face grew larger.

"Now you should know my pain, right?

But it’s still not enough, Zenia, far from enough. Compared to my despair, you’re still lacking."

Zenia raised her hand and slapped Faye again: "Why, why do this to me.

Is my remorse not enough?

What exactly do I have to do, kneel in front of you and beg for your forgiveness?

Have we come to this point, are you happy now?"

Faye retaliated unabashedly, her eyes misting over.

"Yes, I’m happy, of course, I’m happy.

Now I want to dance, because I’m so overjoyed.

You know... how much I once liked you?

I considered you my closest friend.

You know your betrayal was like a dagger piercing deep into my heart?

One of you was the man I loved most, the other was my best friend.

Did you know that day you nearly killed me?

No matter what you’ve done, I will never forget that moment on the big screen when I saw you holding his arm announcing the engagement.

I will never forgive you in this life.

Zenia, as long as I’m alive, you won’t have a good day.

If the heavens don’t punish you, I will."

Faye looked at her with clenched teeth.

Zenia fell to the ground and cried hysterically.

Faye gazed at Zenia with indifference. After a long time, she stepped back, turned around, and slowly walked away.

At this moment, her eyes, aside from the pleasure of revenge, also held loneliness.

Having lost her lover and friend, she felt... hollowed out.

No one knew the pain she was feeling at that moment.

Even after revenge, she didn’t feel happy.

If God could give her another chance, she wished to return to when she was 15, the day she first met Hunter Warren.

If she could really go back to that day, she’d choose to meet Forrest and do homework together instead of going to Henry Sullivan’s house for their first encounter.

Back at home, Faye pulled an ice pack from the fridge and pressed it to her face.

Her left cheek was burning with pain, yet her lips remained curved in a smile.

As she smiled, tears uncontrollably streamed down her face.

Previously, she had wanted to tear Zenia’s hair and beat her hard, she truly did.

But she was the eldest daughter of the Townsend Family, if she got caught fighting, it would disgrace her parents, disgrace the Townsends, and that she couldn’t do.

Now, her heart felt truly exhilarated.

Seeing Zenia crying out desperately for Hunter Warren, she really felt it was retribution.

And this retribution was precisely what she gave Zenia, how wonderful, how delightful.

Turns out being a wicked woman can also be this satisfying.

She vigorously wiped away the tears and inserted her earphones to listen to the audio file.