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!”