Cross My Tigress Face the Wrath (Stella) novel Chapter 620

Every word that came out of Yvonne’s mouth was like a slap in Dan’s face—sharp, unfiltered, and definitely not friendly.

It was hard to believe that this man, who once seemed to mean the world to her, was now getting verbally torched like this. Was it all just an illusion before? Because honestly, who talks to someone they love like that?

But Yvonne did.

Sitting on the couch, Stella started to wonder if Dan had ever really meant anything to Yvonne at all. Maybe he’d never even made it into her heart. Stella recognized the feeling—she’d been able to dismiss Yorick so easily herself, simply because there was no love there. No love, no chains.

But Yvonne? When Dan “died,” she’d nearly lost her mind with grief. Stella remembered her screams and tears.

Dan stammered, “You—You’re unbelievable, woman—”

Yvonne shot back, “Oh, am I? Well, whether I’m a saint or a witch, it’s got nothing to do with you anymore, you jerk.”

Dan: “…”

Stella: “…”

Stella raised her eyebrows as Yvonne kept spitting out “jerk” after “jerk” over the speakerphone. The argument was heating up fast, spiraling from simple name-calling to Dan demanding Yvonne divorce Xander.

Even just listening from the sidelines, Stella could hear Dan’s bossy, almost parental tone through the line.

That only made Yvonne angrier. “Whether I divorce Xander or not is none of your damn business. Maybe worry about your own mess for once.”

“Oh, so he’s not a good guy? But you, you little fake saint, you’re the hero here? Please. You and your convenient ‘amnesia.’”

Stella nearly choked. “Fake saint”? That was a new one. Yvonne was really going through the Greatest Hits of Insults—she’d already called Dan a jerk and now this. Wasn’t “amnesia” just a pathetic excuse guys used to cover up cheating? Stella had never bought it.

Yvonne’s yelling grew louder and more dramatic, until she finally noticed Stella staring at her in shock. Yvonne’s gaze dropped to Stella’s still-flat belly, and she suddenly stood up, storming toward the stairs while unleashing another insult over her shoulder.