The Divorcee Amazed the World

Thinking that something had happened to Willis, Helena stood up, grabbed her coat, and without saying a word, headed towards the exit.

Alick, who was dining at the same table with her, noticed her unusual expression. He picked up the car keys, caught up with her, and asked, “What happened?”

Helena forced a smile and said, “I need to make a quick trip to Today’s Drunk. You guys continue with your meal.”

Alick jingled the car keys in his hand and offered, “I’ll drive you.”

Feeling anxious, Helena didn’t refuse this time and thanked him quietly.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped outside Today’s Drunk.

Helena got out of the car and quickly walked towards the hotel entrance. The wind lifted the hem of her trench coat, revealing her beautiful slender legs.

She took the elevator and hurried to the third floor, Wonderland.

Helena pushed the door open directly.

Coincidentally, she saw Susan holding a soup spoon, offering it to Willis’s lips.

Their shoulders were close, Susan’s cheeks blushing, eyes filled with tenderness as she fed him soup. The corners of her eyes and brows displayed such affection.

Helena froze.

Her fingers, gripping the door handle, turned white at the joints. It felt like there was a thorn lodged in her heart, painfully pricking her.

Bloodshot and painful, it hurt.

Floating gazes were directed towards Willis.

Although he held a wine glass in his hand, his eyes were clear, and he carried himself with an air of composure. Where was the slightest sign of intoxication?

Seeing Helena arrive, Susan provocatively moved closer to Willis, her smile carrying a hint of triumph.

Helena managed a self-deprecating smile.

“Excuse me.” Dropping this sentence, she turned and walked away.

Yale quickly pulled out a chair and caught up with her, grabbing her arm and guiding her back to Willis’s side, pressing her into the seat. “Sister-in-law, the one sitting next to Cousin should be you. Stay calm.”

He patted her shoulder gently, indicating that she shouldn’t act impulsively.

Willis stared at Helena as she was being patted by Yale, pausing for a moment. Then, he picked up a sterilized towel and wiped her shoulder.

Helena smiled.

Her shoulder had been touched by Yale, and he felt it was dirty.

Then what about him?

He hugged and kissed Susan, feeding each other intimately. Who was dirtier?

Helena tightly pressed her lips together, afraid that if she spoke, all sorts of unpleasant words would come out.

In three years of marriage, she had never argued with him, never had a disagreement, not even during the first two years when he couldn’t stand up, had mood swings, threw tantrums, and broke things. She had never said a word.

Now, on the verge of divorce, it was even more unnecessary to break that vow.

She only blamed herself.

Hearing that he was in trouble, she shouldn’t have panicked and rushed over here, bringing humiliation upon herself.

A brief standoff.

Willis turned his head and said to Susan, “Susan, you go back first.”

Susan pouted her lips slightly, a bit unwilling, but still stood up. She said to Helena, “Sister Helena, don’t be angry. Cousin and I were just having a meal. Brother Yale can testify.”

Yale sat on the side, his eyes almost rolling to the sky.

Just having a meal? They were practically having an erotic rendezvous with the way they fed each other shrimp and soup. If he hadn’t been watching, these two would probably have ignited a spark already.

Seeing that no one stopped her, Susan picked up her coat and was about to leave.

With a “clatter,” the corner of her coat knocked over a teacup on the table, causing it to break into several pieces.

Susan quickly bent down to pick it up, but her index finger touched a sharp shard, instantly cutting her skin.

“Ahh!” she screamed, holding her injured finger. Tears welled up in her eyes, and her trembling fingertip oozed blood.

Supporting herself against the table, she quivered her lips and said to Willis, “It hurts, my hand hurts, Cousin Willis, can you take me to the hospital to bandage it?”

Yale rolled his eyes. “I’ll take you. Sister-in-law is here; you don’t need to provoke her.”

Susan’s eyes hardened, and she raised her bloody hand, tightly grabbing Willis’s sleeve, eyes teary, staring at him like a pitiful little rabbit. “Cousin Willis, I just want you to take me.”

Willis remained silent for a moment, then stood up and said to Helena, “Let Yale take you home. I’ll take Susan to the hospital and then find you.”

After saying this, he picked up Susan’s bag, supported her shoulder, and walked out.

Helena surprisingly remained calm.

She calmly called a waiter, settled the bill, and packed up the untouched dishes one by one.

After packing, she politely thanked the waiter and handed over a hundred yuan tip.

Carrying the packed dishes and leaving with Yale.

This was to avoid Willis and Susan.

She didn’t want to see them cuddling and showing deep affection for each other.

Too heart-wrenching.

While waiting for the elevator, Yale silently looked at Helena, who remained unusually calm. He sighed, “Sister-in-law, you’re a good woman.”This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

“Thank you.” Helena stood straight and elegant, her face wearing an eternal smile, like a serene portrait.

“A good woman is excellent in every aspect, but being too good can be a bit boring. Men like women to be dignified and elegant outside but at home, you better be a bit more wild and adventurous. Be lively, be versatile, be playful when you need to, be weak when you need to, have thick skin when necessary, and be strategic when it’s time. Sister-in-law, put in a little more effort; otherwise, you won’t be able to compete with Susan.” Every word Yale spoke was sincere.

“Is Susan wild?” Helena asked softly.

“Damn, she’s wild as hell.” Just mentioning it made Yale angry. “If I hadn’t been sitting next to them just now, these two would probably have started a world-shaking affair. Sister-in-law, you must find a way to keep Cousin’s heart.”

Helena forcefully pinched the ties of the packaged bag, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

She thought that loving someone was enough to be sincere and good to them, but it turned out to be far from sufficient.

But she couldn’t be wild; she couldn’t afford it.

She grew up with her grandfather and grandmother. Her grandfather was serious and earnest, her grandmother dignified and refined, and her mother was passionate and straightforward.

Wildness was something she fundamentally lacked.