Never Late, Never Away (Vivian and Finnick) novel Chapter 1968

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 1968

“Do you need us to step in?” Another colleague rolled up her sleeves.

Although the village women were not highly cultured or educated, they knew the basic rules of etiquette and would never initiate trouble. Folks here lived simple lives and were kind to one another in a united manner.

Some believed that men valued honor and loyalty, but this was not the case with the village women, who were nobler than city men.

“Why I’m here is none of your business,” Joan spat. Then she turned to leave with her colleagues.

“Oh, you’re running away like some rat? Haven’t you figured out where Larry was yesterday? Well, I’ll spare you the trouble. He was here taking care of me all night,” Gabriella snarled. Her words reeked of sarcasm.

At this, something chipped inside Joan as sadness washed over her.

That was obvious enough, but why did you have to announce it to the world?

She shot a fiery glare at Gabriella. She retorted through bare teeth, “There’s no need to sabotage mine and his relationship. He already told me everything that happened last night, so you don’t have to remind me again.”

That’s my best friend, huh? The best friend that stole my husband and somehow blamed me for stealing him from her in the first place. How ridiculous.

Well, she got what she wanted now. They’re officially together, and with a child, too.

The worst possible ending is if I remove myself from this equation to allow them to be together. That doesn’t sound too bad.

Joan mentally reminded herself, Be strong. There’s nothing to be sad about. There are plenty of other fish in the sea, so why stick around Larry? Besides, he already cheated on you!

“What on earth is going on, Joan? What does Larry have to do with this? Isn’t Larry your boyfriend? What relationship does he have with this b*tch? Don’t worry. We’ve got your back since you’re one of us now. We won’t let anyone get away with hurting you.” Her colleagues patted reassuringly on her shoulder.

A warm, fuzzy feeling swelled in Joan’s chest at this.