The Invisible Wife Turned Savage novel Chapter 247

**TITLE: Arrived 247**
**CONTENT: 247 Old Classmates**

“Wow, your husband is truly impressive!” one of the voices chimed in, filled with enthusiasm.

Another voice quickly followed, “If he’s that wealthy, come on, spill the beans—what does he do for a living?”

Mindy maintained her composure, her tone steady as she replied, “Oh, he just manages a small company. In Javerton, he barely scrapes into the top thirty. It’s just enough to keep us afloat, nothing more.”

“Oh, Mindy, you’re far too humble!” a friend interjected, her eyes wide with disbelief.

“Yeah, especially nowadays when jobs are as scarce as hen’s teeth and layoffs are happening left and right. Who knows, we might just need you to introduce us to some opportunities in his company one of these days!” another added, laughter bubbling beneath the surface.

“Haha, no need to say more, Mindy! For the sake of our old classmates, you simply must help us sneak in through the back door!”

Mindy soaked in their compliments, her laughter spilling out and making her shoulders shake with delight.

“Of course, of course! When I get home, I’ll definitely ask my husband if he’s looking to hire anyone,” she said, her smile lighting up her face.

Turning her gaze to Estella, she continued with genuine warmth, “I heard you’ve opened an art center. That must be quite a challenge, recruiting students these days, right? If you ever find yourself needing an extra hand, don’t hesitate to reach out. We’re old friends; I wouldn’t dream of turning you down.”

Estella merely returned a polite smile, her silence speaking volumes.

The conversation soon shifted, with another girl diving into Mindy’s romantic history.

“So, Mindy, how did you and your husband first cross paths?”

Mindy would never confess that they had met in a nightclub, tangled in a series of on-and-off relationships, nor would she reveal how she had used a pregnancy scare to pressure him into marriage.

Instead, she donned a blissful expression, saying, “Oh, we met through work. He told me he admired my dedication and fell for me at first sight. After that, he asked me out. I was so career-driven back then, but once we tied the knot, he worried I would overexert myself, so he encouraged me to quit my job.”

“How romantic!” someone exclaimed, their voice filled with longing.

“If only my husband had enough money for me to embrace the life of a full-time housewife…”

“Same here! I juggle two jobs—one outside the home and another taking care of the kids. It’s utterly exhausting,” another chimed in, the weariness evident in her voice.

“That’s the truth. A woman really must marry well if she wants to avoid suffering,” another echoed, a hint of bitterness lacing her words.

Trina, however, remained quiet.

But that pressure, that nagging sense of guilt, paled in comparison to the very real agony of a bad marriage.

Once children entered the picture, women without financial or emotional fortitude had no choice but to endure.

And endurance only stretched the pain further.

If only they had resisted from the beginning—turned down the wrong men and stood firm against their parents’ expectations—perhaps they would have avoided falling into that abyss altogether.

Some feared the loneliness that accompanied being single.

But having a man didn’t guarantee true companionship.

Most men seemed to marry merely for the purpose of reproduction.

In their eyes, women and love often mattered less than the phones they clutched in their hands.

Ultimately, the only person a woman could genuinely depend on was herself.

Just then, someone exclaimed, “Wait—did someone cover the cost for our private room? Who’s the generous soul behind this?”