Too Late She Already Married Mr. Right (Sophia) novel Chapter 242

Sophia could tell those stares were full of malice, and she frowned just a little.

Annabelle's face soured as she remarked, "Talk about bad luck!"

Lucas spared Sophia a glance, his expression full of arrogance, as if she were beneath him.

He said, "That's right, just like everyone's been saying—we are getting a divorce. But let's get one thing straight, it's Sophia who's behaving improperly."

Before Sophia could even say a word, Annabelle lost it. She said, "| swear, | can't stand this! Who does he think he is?"

With that, she shoved aside the nosy guests and walked straight up to Lucas.

"Mr. Westwood, who are you calling out as immoral?" Annabelle snapped.

Lucas shot Annabelle a cold look and said, "I know you're Sophia's friend, so of course you're going to take her side."

Annabelle fired back, "Mr. Westwood, you sure know how to run your mouth. But remind me, who was all entangled with Emily, even while still married, bringing her back to the marital home to stay?

“Oh, right, that was you, Mr. Westwood.

“And let's not forget that big public confession you made half a year ago. Those fireworks lit up the whole city, and the jealous green glow over Sophie's head was just as bright."

Lucas hadn't expected Annabelle to stir things up, and his face twisted in annoyance.

“What are you talking about?" he snapped.

Annabelle clapped her hands overhead, deliberately pulling every guest's attention her way.

She said, "Let me fill you in, folks. Mr. Westwood brought his precious Emily back to their marital home. What was its name again? Oh, right, Nightfall Estate. Doesn't that sound absolutely tragic and melodramatic?"

The guests had been bored out of their minds at the party, but now that the drama was popping off in public, everyone was hyped to catch the gossip.

Annabelle amped up the sarcasm like a pro comedian. She continued, "Too bad, huh? Turns out people change faster than you can blink. Mr.

Westwood barely kept up the act—once Emily returned, he even renamed their home to Cherry Grove.

"And get this—he yanked out all those roses he planted for his first wife, swapped them for a whole garden full of cherry trees. So, would you say he's head over heels for his beloved Emily, or what?"

"Mr. Westwood, | was ready to let you keep a bit of dignity, but since you refuse to own up and insist on smearing Sophie's name, then today I'll make sure you're completely disgraced," Annabelle fired back.

She brought up a medical certificate on her phone and held it up for all the guests to see.

She said, "Everybody, feast your eyes. This here is solid proof that Mr.

Westwood assaulted my best friend—l've got photos and a medical report straight from the hospital.

"Mr. Westwood, get real. You didn't call for this divorce; Sophie kicked you to the curb."

The crowd stared at Annabelle's phone—there was Sophia, covered in bruises and injuries, plus the hospital's official injury report.

Murmurs of disbelief and outrage swept through the guests, some even gasping out loud.

"Mr. Westwood looked refined on the outside, but who knew he was so vicious? No one in their right mind would ever marry him now!"

someone muttered in disgust.