Chapter 138

• Diane, Charles, and Miles were in the same row, their expressions a mix of expectation and resolve. Miles could not help but feel sorry for Dean and Isabella. Nonetheless, Celeste was their mother. She was simply so wicked, and he was glad she would never lay eyes on them again. He had signed the final papers to divorce her and was now a single man.
• While Celeste continued staring at me icily. Her eyes were so brimful of hate that if her eyes were fire guns, I should have been dead by then. She did not stand alone when it came to cold stares. Dera Pete also gave me and Frank a cold stare. Her stare focused on our holding hands, and an anger boiled in her chest.
• How did we have the nerve to show up there to mock her? Were we trying to shove how happy we were into her face? Dera Pete clenched her nails into fists, nails digging deep into her palms. She wanted to rush up to Frank and my side and stab us a thousand times.