Standing Before Love (Myra and Sean) novel Chapter 229

Elsie froze when she heard the whispers around her, most of which consisted of snide remarks.

“Look at that homewrecker. I wonder how she can still parade around shamelessly!”

“I’ve never seen a homewrecker who isn’t shameless. After all, one can’t steal another’s husband without first being thick-skinned, right?”

“She does look like a sly homewrecker—and to think she was trying to intimidate others around her. She should get off her high horse and look at herself in the mirror!”

Elsie stiffened. She looked around and saw that everyone was throwing scornful looks at her. The graceful and elegant front she’d put up earlier was as good as trashed, reduced to nothing.

A fiery rage lit up her eyes as she marched forward, reaching out with her hand to push Henry, who had already stepped up. “What did you say, you little b*stard? You better watch that mouth of yours!”

However, Myra gripped Elsie’s wrist before she could touch Henry. Elsie was shoved backward by Myra, who said coldly, “You should be the one to watch your mouth. What’s wrong, Elsie? Are you having a hard time living with your shame? Does Lyla know that you’re pregnant with her husband’s child?”

After having been pushed, Elsie staggered and nearly fell onto the ground. Her face was grim, but when she heard Myra mentioning Lyla’s name, her fists clenched at her sides.

Lyla was now her biggest enemy.

Elsie would have been better off not knowing that Sean only loved her for her eyes, which were the same as Lyla’s. Now that she did, her heart clenched with hatred.

As it turned out, he had never loved her in the first place and after she found out she was pregnant, she looked to Eve to ask her for help.

“Why? Are you going to break the news to Lyla?” Elsie did not want to appear weak in front of Myra. After all, the latter was abandoned and unwanted. If these were ancient times, she’d be a disgraced housewife. How dare she act all high and mighty with me? She can’t even begin to compete with me! At least I get to turn things around now that I’m pregnant with Sean’s child.

Elsie sneered and continued, “Did you forget who sidelined you in the first place, Myra? We’re practically one and the same. Besides, it doesn’t matter if you tell Lyla about this. I’ll give birth to this baby and I’ll be the one to fulfill Eve’s dreams of becoming a grandmother. We’ll see who gets to become the Young Mistress of the Chase Family after this!”

Upon hearing what the woman before her said, Myra scoffed at the naivety that belied her words. “We are not the same.”

If Eve really wanted to bring Elsie into the family, she wouldn’t have kept quiet for so long after she’d learned of the latter’s pregnancy. Even fools would know that Eve was only after the baby and once the child was born, Elsie wouldn’t have a choice but to hand him over to the Chase Family. By then, it would be far too late for Lyla to do anything about it, lest she considered infanticide.

Myra mused in her heart. She had to commend Eve for her wickedness; the woman had silently and single-handedly accomplished the things that would most benefit the Chase Family.

“You and I are not the same,” Myra repeated stoically. “One, I don’t like Sean and two, I’m not a homewrecker.”

With that, she pulled Henry with her and strode toward her car. Her heart wrenched when she saw that he had lowered his head in resentment. She paused and turned to address Elsie coldly, “You should know who you’re dealing with before you try to bring them down. You’re only going to humiliate yourself in the end. Who do you even think you are?”

The emphasis on the last part of Myra’s warning was not easily missed—she’d used Elsie’s words against her.

Myra ignored the gloom that passed over the other woman’s face and led Henry into the car.

Henry was still downtrodden even as the car made its way toward the mall. In an attempt to placate him, Myra took his hand and quipped, “Is there a reason why you want to shop for clothes all of a sudden, Henry? Have you grown taller?”