My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 208

The next second, Genevieve deliberately spoke slower so she could articulate every word clearly. “For your information, Armand has a Genevieve Orsi tattoo on his chest. I was the one who drew it before he got it tattooed. I think it’s time you put your skills to good use. Cry in front of him, and convince him to remove it. Otherwise, can you imagine how frustrating it’ll be to see the tattoo every time you hug him?”

True enough, Marilyn’s mind subconsciously wandered to Armand’s tattoo. The mere thought of Genevieve and Armand getting tattoos as a token of their love made her boil with even more anger.

She was almost on the verge of smashing her phone when she muttered through clenched teeth, “Do it now! Do you hear me?”

With that, the man who was smoking crouched in front of Genevieve and pressed his lit cigarette to one of the letters on her waist.

The sharp pain coursed through Genevieve’s body as her tender flesh burned, yet all she did was bite down hard on her lip to keep herself from screaming.

Despite that, she couldn’t stop her body from trembling from the pain.

When the man removed the cigarette, Marilyn smiled cruelly at the sight of the scorched letter.

“Keep going!”

The man did as instructed and continued using the cigarette butt to burn off the second and third letters.

Just then, a crack of thunder sounded, and the radiant blue sky with its rolling white clouds instantly darkened.

Seconds later, heavy rain began to fall.

Since the men were still holding her down by her shoulders and legs, Genevieve could only lift her head and let the cold raindrops beat against her face. Not only did it help to ease her pain, but it also sobered her up.

I can’t believe I’ve been so jealous of other women over a man. And for what? His attention and an illusion of love? My gosh, I’m hopeless! Utterly hopeless!

On the other end of the video call, Marilyn was delighted to see the letters on Genevieve’s waist burned beyond recognition. What she didn’t expect, though, was the sudden downpour.

The rain washed away the paint on Genevieve’s face, revealing her delicate and beautiful features.

Marilyn’s repressed envy resurfaced again, this time stronger than ever.