Nerissa's expression was cold. She looked at Helen with both fists clenched, as if she was trying to keep her anger in check. Suddenly, she laughed. "Yes, I'm rotten, but I'm not as rotten or cheap as you. Helen, think about it. What's the real reason behind you and Yohannes' divorce?"
"You! It was because of you, you vixen!" Helen was furious. "You seduced him and ruined our family."
"Oh!" Nerissa sneered. "Seems like you need someone to help jog that memory of yours. Do you really not remember what happened that one night at Victor Hotel ten years ago? Or was it because you assumed no one would find out?"
Helen's expression suddenly changed. "What... what do you mean?"
"What I mean is that you know this better than I do. You probably didn't even know that after you've made a fool of yourself, that person showed the video to Yohannes and let him gawk at how the two of you spent the night together."
Helen's face turned pale. She looked at Nerissa, trembling as she said, "That's impossible. Yohannes knew..."
Nerissa said solemnly, "He not only knew about it but in order to cover up the scandal, he gave the person hush money too. Do you have any idea how he got through that pain? He loved you and you knew it. So, why did you hurt him?"
"No!" Helen's eyes were filled with tears. "I didn't know what happened that night. I really didn't! I wanted to explain this to him, but when I saw you with him, I just felt upset and completely broke down. That was why we fought. I didn't know it was because of this."
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