Let’s Divorce Mrs. Wright Is Done Playing Nice novel Chapter 392

Chapter 392

Evan shot to his feet. “We need to talk.”

He stared at Stella coldly.

Stella said, “Your mother poisoned the food, and you want to talk to me? About what?”.

Every word from Stella’s mouth was razor-sharp

Evan’s breathing grew ragged.

Stella said, “If you want to talk, shouldn’t you talk to your mother? She made those rules herself, but now that I’m following them, I’m the one pushing her? Don’t you think that’s funny?”

Evan fell silent.

Funny?

Did she think everything happening now was funny?

Dora’s face turned livid as she listened.

Evan grabbed Stella’s wrist and tried to drag her upstairs.

“Let go.”

“We need to talk.”

The four words came through Evan’s clenched teeth.

Stella said, “Then talk here.”

Talk alone?

No.

She had given him plenty of chances to talk alone before.

Every time he returned to the old estate because of Summer, Stella would try to speak with him privately after they went back to Inkwood Manor.

But how had he answered her back then?

He had said, “I’m tired.”

Back then, whenever Stella wanted to talk alone, that was the answer she got.

How many chances had she given him?

Too many to count.

Now, she did not want to give him any more.

Evan lowered his eyes and stared at her in silence, his gaze growing colder by the second.

Stella said, “I gave you countless chances to talk to me in private before. What were you thinking back

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then”

Was he brushing her off?

Avoiding her?

Or did he think she had no right to ask for so much?

After all, talking alone meant she would bring up her needs and demands. That was probably the real reason he had not wanted to talk.

So now that he had demands of his own, she naturally did not want to tark either.

“You three, leave.”

Evan swept a cold look over Dora, Fiona, and Summer.

Dora felt a chill all over. Under Evan’s icy stare, Fiona did not dare say anything either.

She quickly got up and helped Dora leave.

Summer looked at Evan with tear-filled eyes, but he was not looking at her now.

Everyone else left.

But Stella’s people remained.

Evan glanced at them.

Yet without Stella’s order, none of them took his dangerous glare seriously.

Evan was so angry his chest hurt.

He walked to the chair across from Stella, sat down, and irritably took out a cigarette and lit it.

“Why?” he asked coldly.

After the past two days, even a fool could see that Stella was deliberately taking revenge.

Revenge.

Yes.

That was exactly what this was.

“Do you really hate them this much for what they did to you before?”

She had never been like this before.

Back then, even if she suffered grievances at the old estate, she never said much.

She would still go back as usual.

She had not hated them then, so why did she hate them now?

Stella said, “Hate? Ha.”

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When it came to hatred, her marriage to Evan could only be called a doomed entanglement.

A true curse.

Now Stella believed more and more that her entering the Wright family must have been her mother’s lingering resentment from above.

Evan said, “What is the point of us going on like this? Tell me. How far are you planning to take this revenge?”

“What will it take for you to agree to the divorce?”

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