Chapter 4: Talk Bad About You
The man didn’t refute Cheyenne’s words, only staring at her with cold eyes.
“I’ll pack my things and leave right away. If you don’t trust me, you can watch me to make sure I don’t take anything that belongs to you,” Cheyenne said as she gathered up the train of her dress and walked up the stairs.
Her figure was graceful and elegant. Her fair skin formed a sharp contrast to her black dress. Every step she took was poised, making Abbie jealous.
There was no denying that Cheyenne was beautiful from head to toe. Abbie had been with Kelvin since childhood, and countless women who wanted to get close to him had been secretly dealt with by her.
Only Cheyenne had successfully taken Mrs. Foley’s place through old Mr. Foley’s favoritism.
The position that Abbie had been striving for but never obtained for over a decade was easily taken by Cheyenne.
The fact that Kelvin’s first woman wasn’t her but Cheyenne felt like a thorn deeply embedded in Abbie’s heart.
After a moment of silence, a glimmer of vicious light flashed in Abbie’s eyes, but when she looked up again, she had put on a gentle and kind expression. “Kelvin, let me go help her.”
“Suit yourself,” he replied indifferently before leaving the hall.
Upstairs, looking at the room where she had lived for three years now made Cheyenne feel infinitely desolate inside.
Once upon a time, Cheyenne had hoped to marry Kelvin and become his wife. She had personally chosen the bed sheets and curtains in this bedroom, but unfortunately, he rarely came in.
The closed door was pushed open from the outside, making a slight noise. Cheyenne turned around to see Abbie standing at the doorway with a gentle expression.
“Miss Lawrence, let me help you pack your things,” Abbie said as she walked slowly towards her.
Help me pack up my things? Is she really that kind-hearted or is she just trying to mock me?
“No need, I don’t have much stuff anyway. I don’t want to trouble you, Miss Berry, since you’re so important to Kelvin,” Cheyenne replied.
She then opened the closet where there was a row of her clothes mostly in pink, white and blue colors while Kelvin only had one black suit for changing purposes.
In this sea of soft colors suddenly appeared a touch of black which surprisingly blended harmoniously with them – soft yet firm at the same time.
After pausing for a second or two in silence, Cheyenne began taking down her clothes from the shelf with her pale fingers accidentally touching his suit causing them to tremble slightly. Countless nights before, she slept holding onto this suit because it smelled of his scent which gave her peace of mind.
Abbie glanced at the closet and guessed the relationship between the two. A hint of joy appeared on her face as she sighed softly in Cheyenne’s ear, “I never thought that after all these years, Kelvin still kept this suit.”
She reached out and took the suit down, holding it in her arms and unfolding the sleeve. The small, inconspicuous word “Abbie” suddenly came into Cheyenne’s view.
An icy coldness spread through her body, making her feel numb as if she was immersed in icy water.
Abbie was very satisfied with Cheyenne’s reaction and smiled proudly. “This suit was a gift I gave to Kelvin on his 20th birthday. At that time he lied to me saying it didn’t fit him well and had already thrown it away. But now…”
It turned out that he treasured it.
Cheyenne felt disgusted at the thought that the suit she used to comfort herself was bought by Abbie.
And Abbie continued to boast in her ear. “Oh yeah, this photo frame is still here too! This picture is from many years ago when Kelvin participated in a basketball league championship game and I went to cheer him on as a cheerleader.”
That picture was also his only one.
Kelvin didn’t like taking pictures or allowing others to take pictures of him. When information needed to be shared publicly, he would only use a plain background instead of showing himself.
They had been married for three years but they didn’t even have one wedding photo together.
Cheyenne knew that he didn’t want to marry her; when Grandpa suggested taking wedding photos together, he refused because he hated taking pictures himself.
Unexpectedly, Abbie is his exception.
Although Cheyenne had known the cruel truth for a long time, her heart still tightened for a moment.
After a long time, she smiled slowly and the dimness in her pretty eyes turned into a seductive brightness. She walked over to Abbie with her arms crossed.
Slightly bowing her head, she whispered in Abbie’s ear, “Do you know that your Kelvin always wears this suit in bed and goes crazy for me?”
Abbie could feel Cheyenne’s hot breath on her ear and the light scent Cheyenne wore made Abbie almost have an emotional breakdown.
The gentle smile on her face froze, and her hands clenched into fists on both sides of her skirt.
She looked at the sweet smile on Cheyenne’s face and wanted to destroy Cheyenne.
‘Kelvin cares about me so much, yet he still married the bitch and even slept with her.’ The thought saddened Abbie greatly.
Upon second thought, it must be because she wasn’t by his side. Now that she’s back, she won’t let another woman have Kelvin!
“You were married before, so… so that’s normal!”
Cheyenne looked at the false smile on Abbie’s face that betrayed hatred; she reached up and ruffled her long hair in an enchanting way.
“Anyway, whether it was because he wanted to have children or because his grandfather forced him, he slept with me. By the way, Miss Berry, as his ex-wife, I want to remind you that Kelvin…is not very skilled. It hurts every time.”
“Bitch!” Abbie’s eyes instantly turned red, and her face became even paler with anger.
“Cheyenne, don’t get too proud. You’ve been abandoned by Kelvin now! And I am the true mistress of the Foley family!”
As an abandoned woman, what right did Cheyenne have to be so arrogant in front of me?
“Tsk tsk, finally stopped being hypocritical and showed your true side? You must hate me a lot since I was Mrs. Foley for three whole years…”
Just then, a tall and lean figure walked over with a hint of coldness emanating from him. He glanced at the two people and his gaze fell on Abbie’s red eyes as he instinctively questioned Cheyenne. “If you have any grievances towards me, why take it out on Abbie?”
Upon hearing this, Abbie burst into tears and threw herself into his arms. Kelvin pushed her away gently which made Abbie feel stunned and disappointed at the same time.
His gaze was fixed on Cheyenne’s fair face while the latter smiled at him and shrugged her shoulders innocently. “I just told her you’re not skilled in bed, then she cried.”
“Cheyenne Lawrence!” Suddenly, the man stretched out a hand and pinched her tender neck.