Chapter 6

　　This time, the conversation broke up because I was so stressed and ended up bleeding again, so I had to go back to the hospital. 　　I pulled the quilt over me but I still felt cold all over despite the summer weather. 　　I didn't think that Rachelle would pay me a visit. 　　“I don't know why you’re dragging this divorce on,” she said as her exquisite face full of makeup burst into a cruel smile. 　　I sat up leaping forward and through gritted teeth, I said, “What's the point? If I don't leave for a day, then you will always be a mistress.” 　　“Do you think I care about this?” Rachelle sneered and raised her eyebrows, almost overflowing with pride. “Yasmin, the one he truly loves is the mistress. If I really cared about being called such names, then I wouldn’t have robbed the man you had a crush on seven years ago, I wouldn’t have given him to you three years ago, and I never would have come back to fight with you now. Don’t you get it?” 　　“You are..." I clenched my fist in frustration. Seven years ago, three years ago, what was she implying? 　　“Yes, I saw your diary seven years ago. Soon after that, Xavier had a car accident. I went to the hospital to take care of him. He fell for me and I made him mine. But then, I got tired of playing with him three years ago so I returned him to you. Then realized he was pretty good, so I planned to come back and steal him away. Is there any problem with that?” Rachelle's beautiful eyes were glistening with arrogance that seemed to have controlled the world. 　　“You..." I staggered and got up, my body was weak and I almost fell down. I managed to stand on the edge of the bed and looked at the beautiful woman in front of me with cold eyes. “Xavier claiming and believing I faked my pregnancy was all your doing, wasn't it?” 　　I was skeptical, but I didn’t expect Rachelle to admit it happily, “Yes, you know that Xavier loves me. He will believe anything I say. He was originally going to give you real estate and compensation, but with a little bit of convincing, he hurriedly revised the divorce papers to let you go with nothing just to make me happy. Why? It was all for me. Yasmin, it’s time to give up now and ditch the name Mrs. Jin.” 　　My eyes were full of tears and I couldn’t speak. I didn’t expect that from seven years ago to three years ago, all this was designed by Rachelle. Not only me, but also Xavier, we all were a victim of her cruel plan. 　　I hate it. I hate this wicked wench more than Xavier. 　　I raised my head and locked my resentful eyes on the woman before me. How could there be such a hateful woman in the world? 　　“If Xavier sees you glaring at me like that, he would definitely gouge your eyes out,” Rachelle smiled and said the most venomous threat. “Yasmin, you can't beat me, it's best to just obediently go through the procedures. Otherwise, I will have to get rid of you myself, understand?” 　　Hearing what she said reminded me that I was still Mrs. Jin. As long as I don't get divorced, she will always be a mistress and she will never be able to win against me. 　　This woman’s faked death made me fall in love, her reappearance made me lose my baby, and her calculated plan made me lose my marriage. What can I do to make her suffer for this? 　　I forced my feet to stand still, the corners of my mouth began to curl up coldly, “You will regret this! Bitch, unless I die, I will never give up my position as Mrs. Jin.” 　　I pulled Rachelle by the wrist, and just when I was about to push her out of the ward, she yanked my hand away and sat down on the floor. 　　“Why are you pushing me?” Rachelle screamed. 　　I was taken aback for a moment. Frozen in my spot, the door of the ward suddenly barged open. 　　The man I once loved the most walked in slowly, his eyes solemn like a lost soul from hell.