You Hit My Heart
Chapter 1725: Be Conscious And Take The Initiative For Divorce

Chapter 1725: Be Conscious and Take theInitiative for Divorce

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Chapter 1725: Taking the Initiative to Divorce Consciously

Athena sat down abruptly in front of Joyce.

She looked at Joyce arrogantly, with a slanted gaze full of disdain, "Soyou are Joyce? I don't think you look that great, quite ordinary actually.Seeing is believing, nothing special. Standing next to Brother Luther,you are no match for him. You don't deserve him."

Joyce smiled and said to the waiter, "Two cups of black coffee please.”Looking at Athena, Joyce's lips curled slightly, “I ordered for you, I feellike you would probably like bitter coffee. Sweet doesn't suit you."Athena frowned, was Joyce implying she would rather pour someone adrink and not drink it herself, preferring to drink a forfeit? Good oneJoyce, every sentence has thorns.

Joyce tapped her fingers lightly on the table, “Is a woman's appearancereally that important? There are countless beautiful celebrities andsingers. Even in nightclubs, there are several gorgeous princesses.That is a superficial perspective. I thought Miss Ballard, having grownup in a prominent family, would value inner depth and refinement more.Besides, whether or not I deserve Luther should be for him to say.""You!"

Athena suddenly clenched her fingers together. She hated that shecouldn't just slap Joyce across the face and scratch her skin off."Joyce, what are you so smug about? I knew Brother Luther yearsbefore you, I'm his first love."

Athena flicked her long hair and turned to face Joyce.

For a moment, Joyce was distracted. Why did she feel like Athena'sfigure seemed familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before. Andmore than once.

The long hair, the aura, she seemed to have seen them before.Somehow, she suddenly recalled the two bizarre encounters with amysterious woman on the helicopter, one of those times, the sideprofile she saw looked quite similar to Athena's now.

Seeing Joyce distracted, Athena thought she had rendered Joycespeechless. She was even more smug.

"Joyce, Luther used to think I was dead. He must have beenheartbroken, but now I'm alive, he still has feelings for me..."

Before she could finish, Joyce interrupted her.

"Even if you were his first love, that's all in the past. Now I'm his wife.How it happened doesn't matter, what matters is the result. The resultis, I'm his wife now!" Joyce smiled casually, as if she didn't takeAthena's words to heart at all, nor cared about the “first love" label.“Besides, you said it yourself, first love. That's all in the past. To me, thepast doesn't matter at all. I only look to the future." Joyce's wordspractically stabbed Athena's weak spot.

Athena almost lost her temper on the spot.

She endured again and again, before finally uttering through grittedteeth, "Joyce, look at how long he has been away from home now.These days, he's been with me the whole time. We've beenpassionately in love, inseparable.”

As Athena spoke, she stroked her nails, as if admiring a work of art.Unexpectedly, Joyce's next words almost suffocated her with anger."Oh." Joyce leaned back nonchalantly against the sofa backrest.“You're boasting about your experience as a mistress? No legitimacy,disparaged by the world, how can that be something glorious?"

The refined features on Athena's face immediately collapsed.

The word mistress to her was simply insulting.

She should be the main partner, Joyce was the intruder.

Before Athena could respond, Joyce shook her head in a mockinggesture, "The morals of the world today have really decayed. Nowwomen don't even have the most basic sense of shame. Clearly just amistress, yet unashamed, even taking pride in it."

Just then, the waiter brought over the black coffees and set them downbefore them.

Athena suddenly stood up in anger, slammed the table heavily with a“slap”, "Who are you calling a mistress?! Clearly it's you, takingadvantage while I was in a coma, seducing Brother Luther, stealing mysweetheart, you're just a shameless vixen."

The black coffee splashed out a little onto the table with Athena'sslamming action, the pitch black liquid looking unpleasant.

Joyce did not back down, "You said it yourself that I stole yoursweetheart, since I stole him, he's mine now. Survival of the fittest, isn'tthat how the game is played?"

"You!" Athena was rendered speechless by Joyce's rebuttal, realizingshe was no match for her in a verbal sparring.

In her impatience, Athena no longer wanted to engage in pointlessverbal disputes.

She decided to play her trump card. Reaching into her file bag, shetook out a document and handed it to Joyce.

"No matter how glib you are, facts are facts. Luther doesn't want youanymore. If you have any sense, hurry and sign the divorce papers,don't keep embarrassing yourself like a mangy dog.”

She flipped to the last page of the divorce agreement and pointed atthe signature at the bottom.

"Brother Luther's signature in his own handwriting, you shouldrecognize it."

Joyce looked at the divorce agreement before her. Of course sherecognized Luther's handwriting, having seen it too many times. Nomatter how messy his writing, she could recognize it. Indeed, it wasLuther's authentic signature, not a forgery.

Her eyelid twitched.

What on earth happened? How did Athena get a divorce agreementwith Luther's handwritten signature? Although shocked internally, herexpression remained impassive.

Seeing Joyce silent, Athena gloated, "What do you say now? Are youconvinced? Luther doesn't want you anymore. If you have any sense,hurry and sign the divorce papers, don't keep making a fool of yourselflike a mangy dog.”

She handed the pen over, "Sign it. Divorce consciously on your owninitiative, avoid humiliating yourself. He belongs to me."

Joyce stared at the divorce agreement for a while.

Suddenly, she laughed.

Her laughter sent chills down Athena's spine, having no idea whatJoyce meant.

"Why should I sign it?" Joyce suddenly looked up, staring straight atAthena, her eyes full of bright confidence, mesmerizing.

"You said it yourself, I'm the legal wife. As long as I don't sign it, I'llalways be the legal wife. While you, no matter if you're his true love, inlegal terms, you'll always be the mistress. Heh."