“What?” Catherine demanded.
Rebecca’s grin widened. “Shame that you’re begging a cripple now.”
“Don’t make me laugh. I was Vance’s first love. I was gone for five years, and he still kept me in his heart, Catherine countered. “The password to your apartment is my birthday. Did you forget that? Why would I ever beg you?” 1
Rebecca remained calm, her smile never faltering. “Is that so? Then why are you here pushing me to get
a divorce?”
“I…” Catherine faltered, then burst out, “Vance doesn’t love you! A marriage without love is immoral.”
“Is it?” Rebecca scoffed. “Well, that’s better than being a home–wrecker.”
“You’re the home–wrecker!” Catherine snapped. “Vance and I were first loves. I went abroad, and you swooped in. You’re the other woman!”
“I have a marriage certificate.” Rebecca shrugged. “Our marriage is legitimate.”
Catherine’s voice cracked. “But you already proposed a divorce.”
“About that.” Rebecca tapped her chin. “I just changed my mind. I think I’ll keep the marriage after all.”
“I knew it!” Catherine shrieked. “You’re playing hard–to–get. You never wanted a divorce at all. You’re just
using it to pull him away from me.”
Rebecca remained composed. “So what? What are you going to do about it?”
Catherine stamped her foot. “You are despicable!”
“And?” Rebecca smirked.
Catherine pointed at her. “I–I’m going to tell him!”
“So what?”
“Can you say something else?”

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