Chapter 1551: Chapter 1551: Useless in Bed
Ann grabbed her hand and forcefully pushed her away: “Now who’s acting more like a shrew?”
“You bullied plenty during college, and now that Zaiden’s not here, you’re even more brazen—right in front of his grave!” Harper’s face was swollen, flushed red.
On her pale face, the slap mark was glaringly clear.
What right did Ann have to slap her? What qualifications did she have?
“You’re aware this is in front of his grave? Harper Glorian, I don’t want to argue with you. I’ve already said I won’t return to the country again in the future, so you don’t need to hold on to so tightly. You lost your happiness, but I haven’t lost any less than you. At least Zaiden Santos gave you love; at least you had his love.”
“Harper, not everyone is Zaiden Santos, and not everyone has to yield to you. From now on, I hope you learn to be a decent person.”
Her avoidance of Harper was simply because she didn’t have the energy to quarrel today, nor did she see the need to.
If it weren’t for Zaiden Santos, she wouldn’t have wanted to be involved with Harper in any way in this lifeti.
As she spoke, Ann adjusted her scarf and turned to leave.
“Zaiden’s still waiting for you to visit him.” Ann remarked casually, “I won’t disturb you anymore.”
She knew the person Zaiden wanted to see wasn’t her, but Harper.
After finishing, Ann left the lounge and walked into the wind.
Outside, the sun was shining brightly, but the wind was strong.
As soon as she stepped out, the cold wind whisked up her long hair.
Ann squinted slightly, heading toward the sidewalk; she still had to return to Old York, where Little Candy was waiting for her at ho.
Whenever she thought of her daughter’s face, which bore an uncanny resemblance to Zaiden Santos, Ann felt as though an invisible hand clutched her heart.
On countless nights in the past, she would find her thoughts wandering as she gazed at Little Candy.
Sunlight fell, making her long lashes tremble faintly, with what seed like glistening tears in her eyes.
Harper didn’t chase after her again, but instead bit her lip and glared at Ann’s departing figure.
She had always been knowledgeable about brands, and she could tell Ann’s coat was Chanel’s latest winter release, and her boots were Christian Louboutin’s iconic design—both extraordinarily expensive items.
This was what Ann called “not doing well”?
The corners of Harper’s lips curled in disdain.
Clearly, Harper was faring far worse than Ann.
Ann had always been cunning. After moving to Old York, who knew which wealthy man she had latched onto now.
Plus, the alimony Zaiden Santos had given her wasn’t a small sum.
Harper touched her cheek; it was burning hot and seed swollen.
She hadn’t gained a single benefit from Zaiden Santos, apart from the houses, cars, and clothes he’d gifted her in the early years.
In the end, she still wasn’t as skilled as Ann.
During their divorce, Ann must have squeezed a significant amount from Zaiden Santos.
Thinking about this made her grind her teeth even harder.
Harper wasn’t living well in Landon. After leaving Zaiden, she drifted from man to man—so were too old, so were unattractive, and others had peculiar fetishes.
In hindsight, however, she realized Zaiden Santos was still the best. Aside from being lackluster in bed, he was flawless in every other aspect.
He had wealth, looks, power, and treated her very well—almost perfect.
Her life truly wasn’t going well; as she watched herself growing older, she knew it would only beco harder to attract a desirable man in the future.
At this mont, her jealousy of Ann reached new heights.
What right did a divorced woman have to act so arrogant? What right did she have to own such fine things?
If it weren’t for Ann, she and Zaiden Santos might have been married long ago. The title of Mrs. Santos should have been hers.
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