Bye, My Ex-husband

Chapter 18: You Wouldn't Mind, Would You 

"What are you doing here?"

Gracie was dressed in her loungewear with her hair casually tied up in a bun.

Without a trace of makeup on her face, she now had a more girlish air about her.

She carried herself as if she was the hostess of the house.

Was he asking his lover to practice acting like his wife in advance? Early in that morning, Rayan had driven her out of the car like a mad man after he picked up Gracie.

Did he do it so that he could bring her over and she could live in peace inside the villa? How could he let his mistress and his wife live under the same roof? Did he underestimate her and assume that she wouldn't dare to do anything to Gracie? With a satisfied smile, Gracie leaned against the dining room table with a cup of coffee in her hands.

"Rayan suffered a head injury not too long ago, but now he’s found himself injured again.As the family doctor, it would be more convenient for me to live closer so I could take care of him.Mr.sLu, you have no problem with that, do you?"

‘Would I mind her living here?’

It was obvious that Gracie was already settled, so would it make a difference if Janessa protested against it? Gracie deliberately mentioned the injury on Rayan’s head to remind her of her faults.

It was her actions that allowed Gracie to live inside the villa.

It was her fault, and no one else’s.

"If that is the case, then I apologize for the inconvenience this has caused you.You now have to live in his tiny space because of us."

Janessa schooled her features into nonchalance, and her indifferent voice dampened Gracie’s victory.

When Gracie last saw her in the villa, Janessa was aggressively implying in every way that she was the real hostess of the house.

How could she be so calm about this matter now? Gracie waited a long time before Janessa finally came home and she was ready to see her suffer.

But what now? Did she finally give in? Gracie looked her up and down in disbelief.

Frustrated tears suddenly ran down her face.

"All I want to do is make sure that Rayan is taken care of.I will leave immediately after he recovers."

Janessa was confused by her words.

The woman was pretending to be the victim in this situation.

She suddenly felt an intense gaze from behind, which made her uncomfortable.

When she slowly turned around, she saw the stormy look on Rayan’s face.

He approached Gracie with the document in his hands.

"I was the one who asked you to move in.You don't need to explain anything to Janessa." Rayan’s words contradicted Gracie's claims that she was the hostess of the house.

In the past, he had dated her in secret, but now they were bold enough to have an open love affair at home.

Was it because of Rayan’s arrogance, or because she couldn't go against his wishes? "Mr.Lu, why are you parading your mistress around like this? What do you think of me as your wife?"

She questioned him and played her part as the scorned wife.

Rayan’s reply was like a basin of cold water pouring down on Janessa.

"We only take what we need from one another.

If you understand, then you won't say anything more.

If anything happens to Gracie while she is staying here, I'll make you pay for it!"

Rayan slowly said against her ears.

A sarcastic smile widened on Janessa’s face.

Only she knew how small she actually felt.

"Take what we need? When you decided to attack the Qiu Group, did we each take what we needed? Don’t you think it’s too late to think about such things now?"

"It's never too late.If you dare to take your anger out at Gracie, I will make sure that the Qiu Group dies a quicker death.I have the means to purchase your beloved company right now!"

After warning her, Rayan stormed out of the villa. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Janessa had no desire to deal with his mistress, so she went back into her room.

When she opened her closet, she found someone else’s sexy nightgowns inside.

"I moved my clothes in here.I wanted to sleep in the guest room, but Rayan insisted that I sleep here ..SO I...Mr.sLu, do you mind?"

Gracie casually leaned against the door jamb and sounded like the whole thing had nothing to do with her.

The taunting and threatening tone which she spoke grated on Janessa’s nerves.

"In order to stay in the master bedroom, I even troubled you into packing my clothes away.Where are my clothes anyway?"

Janessa couldn't care less which room she would be staying in later.

There were many rooms to choose from inside the villa, and she was more than happy to be away from Rayan.

"I placed it over there.I'm sorry, but Rayan was eager to have me move in, so I didn’t get a chance to hang your clothes in the guest room.We did it in the bedroom..."

Gracie flipped her hair away from her neck.

The hickey on her neck was anything but subtle.

After kicking his wife out of his car, Rayan rushed back home to have his mistress occupy the master bedroom of the villa.

He slept with his mistress on their wedding bed, and maybe even in their shared bathroom.

Janessa scanned the room as if she could clearly see the events that have taken place inside of it.

It didn't make her angry.

If anything, she thought it was a bit ridiculous.

"It's okay.It’s just clothes.I don’t want any of them anyway."

Janessa took out some identification cards from the bedside table.

The marriage certificate inside the drawer seemed to mock her.

After she heard a story about a triumphant mistress, she suddenly felt like she was the main character in the horrible story.

Janessa had no intentions of competing with Gracie for her husband.

She had no interest in sharing her husband with another woman.

She rummaged through her documents and put the marriage license inside her bag before she turned to leave the master bedroom.

When she approached where Gracie was standing, she flashed the marriage certificate in her hand and explained in a calm voice, "Even if you sleep inside this room, you will never be able to get your hands on this certificate."

In the past, it was Gracie who decided to give up her relationship with Rayan which make Janessa seem like a passive third wheel without even knowing it.

Now, Gracie reappeared to make a mess out of her marriage and wanted to become a more active mistress.

The heavens must be punishing her.

Janessa entered the guest room and collapsed on the bed, suddenly overwhelmed with exhaustion.

She felt more and more tired these days.

After she took a shower, she quickly fell into a deep sleep.

When she spent the last night in her in-laws' house, she slept on the couch to avoid sharing a bed with Rayan.

She always felt anxious that someone would break in and saw them in separate beds.

It was difficult for her to sleep tight the whole night.

When her eyes opened again, it was already dark outside.

It wasn't until then that she realized that she hadn't eaten anything the whole day.

She quietly made her way downstairs and prepared some noodles for herself.

There was always someone who bothered her right when she felt at peace.

Perhaps it was because the noodles she prepared smelled so enticing.

When Gracie took Rayan downstairs, she said, "That smells so good, Rayan! I also want some noodles."

Janessa paused while eating her noodles and scoffed at her.

She continued to ignore them as she ate.

It seemed like she was the type of woman who desired the leftovers of others.

Rayan affectionately stroked Gracie’s head before turning around and ordering in a cold voice, "

Prepare a bowl of noodles for Gracie."

Did he actually want her to make noodles for Gracie? Without raising her head from her noodles, Janessa casually replied, "We don't have any more noodles.You can eat out if you want.No one’s stopping you."

The two of them were dressed.

It was obvious that they were on their way out to have dinner.

Now they wanted to bother her and get her to make noodles for them? Janessa quickly finished her noodles, threw her bowl into the sink, then returned to her room.

By the time she made it back upstairs, she could faintly make out the sound of someone wailing.

Someone was comforting her.

"Rayan, is she upset with me? I shouldn't have said anything."

Gracie wiped her tears and acted wounded, but inside, she was smiling with triumph.

In Rayan’s eyes, she was more important than Janessa would ever be.