Chapter 857

Teresa's fingers paused briefly, but her expression remained calm. "Then divorce him." Natalie continued, "That wench is pregnant. Terence wants me to leave with nothing so that he can marry her. It's disgusting!" Teresa tossed the dirty tissue into the trash. "When something gets dirty, you throw it away. It's a simple concept. If you hold onto it, you'll only soil your own hands. Is that what you mean?" Natalie's eyes flickered as she clenched her teeth. "But I don't want to let those two get away with it!" "So what's your alternative?" Natalie bitterly said, "I brought a paint bucket today and threw it all over that woman. I even had a knife hidden in my pocket. I was ready to take them both down with me. But then..." Her hand drifted to her pocket, feeling the knife through the fabric. A sharp, pinprick pain radiated from her chest, matching the ache in her heart. "I really wanted to kill them and send them both straight to hell! But then, my son suddenly called..." Teresa