Sweet Divorce novel Chapter 92

Rita had class to attend in the afternoon, so she took a cab back to the school.

In the classroom.

“Look, Alice, Rita’s here.” A girl gave a shove at the girl beside her and pointed at Rita as Rita limped her way in.

Loathing filled the other girl when she hear Rita’s name. “What a bitch. She follows Oliver to wherever he goes, and she’s married.”

The girl’s name was Alice Gibson and she had a crush on Oliver.

A perfect man like Oliver was way out of league of Rita. She’s just a cripple. Alice thought.

Such thoughts mad the bitterness in her grew.

The faction of hers got into an assault towards Rita.

“She’s so disgusting.”

“She should be expelled.”

The curse only got worse, but Rita tried to block them out.

She found an empty seat and tried to sit down. But as she tried to do so, somebody stopped her. “It’s for my roommate.” It was the girl who was talking to Alice. “Find another seat.”

They just made up an excuse so Rita wouldn’t be sitting with them. Rita knew that.

Rita glanced over the classroom and found empty seats in the back of the classroom, so she moved on.

But as she walked pass Alice, Alice stretched her left leg out and tripped Rita.

She fell hard. The pain made her scowl.

Alice took pleasure from Rita’s awkward look. She smiled joyfully, then said with phony concern. “Are you alright, Rita? Let me help you.”

“No.” Rita looked at Alice with despise and strained to crawl up.

“Watch when you walk, Rita. you just stepped on me and my foot swells now.” Alice said grievously, rubbing her foot.

What?

She stepped on her?

Bullshit!

The way Alice twisted the fact got Rita really mad.

Though she chose to swallow the pain, it didn't mean that she’s a pushover.

She patted away the dust on her clothes, sneered. “You asked for it.”

“What did you say?” Alice went off immediately, she stood up in a violent way.

But Rita was scared at all, she said evenly. “Your foot wouldn’t swell if you hadn’t tried to trip me.”

“Bullshit, I tried to trip you? Any audience?” Alice turned to her roommates, “You?”

“No,”

“Me neither.”

“You heard? Nobody saw! Don’t try to vilify me.” With her roommates to back her up, Alice acted complacently. “You stepped on me!”

Queer eyes of others fixed on Rita.

For an instant, her reputation was even worse now.

“I never met anyone as shameless as her.”

“What good can you expect from a two-timer?”

Slurs surrounded Rita, each worse than the last.

Alice got all cocky with the crowd’s support.

She raised her foot in front of Rita, said provocatively. “Wipe it clean.”

“Wipe it clean.”

The crowd called out, urging Rita to wipe the shoe.

But Rita took no motion. Rudely, Alice put her foot on Rita’s belly and rubbed her shoe over Rita’s shirt. “Seems like you don’t want to wipe my shoe, then I’ll just borrow your shirt to wipe it. I...ouch!”

Suddenly, Rita grabbed her ankle so forcibly that Alice shrieked. “What are you doing? Get off me!”

“Get off.”

Her yelling didn't make Rita relent.

The pain twisted Alice’s face.

“It hurts! Get off me, you bitch!”

“But you got a foul mouth, it stinks, smells like shit. What a shame. You really need to wash your mouth.”

Oliver said in a flat tone. Alice’s pupil dilated, her face pale.

That’s what Oliver think of her?

Meanwhile, Oliver glanced over the crowd coldly. “Get back to your fucking seats.”

Oliver had been a nice person to get along with, no one would’ve thought he would go off like this.

Intimidated, the crowd drifted back to their seats.

Oliver headed out the classroom when it finally fell quiet.

He kept looking straight forward, ignoring Rita. But when he walked pass Rita, he suddenly noticed that her hands were excoriated.

He peered at her, then grabbed her arms and dragged her outside.

Rita was confused, “Where are you taking me?”

“The infirmary.”

“Why?”

“Are you steel? Your hands are hurt, don’t you feel?” Oliver looked at her, scowling.

It was then when Rita took note of her maimed hands. She smiled calmly. “It’s nothing, it’ll soon heal.” Her leg was once fractured, and she made it. What’s this little excoriation compared with that?

However, Oliver ignored her and kept dragging her to the infirmary.

Looking at his sullen look, Rita sighed. She asked, “Still mad at me.”

“…”Oliver paused, but said nothing.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have forced you to do something you don’t want to do, forget the advertisement. I’ll think of some better solution.” She had been thinking, and decided it was too selfish of her to do something that they don’t want to.

But as she finished, Oliver halted his steps. “I accept.”

“What?” Rita looked at him, confused.”

“I accept your idea and will shoot the advertisement.”

Rita was shocked. What made him change his mind?