Chapter 10 Anyone Can Have This Moldy Bun

The shadow flew rapidly in her direction and Diane dodged it instinctively. When it dropped to the ground, she finally realized that it was a dress of hers.

It wasn’t just the dress—many of her things including her clothes, her shoes, and her personal belongings were dumped into a pile on the floor by the door, and they kept coming from inside the house.

“Seriously, that Diane—what rotten style she has. All of her clothes are so cheap and ugly; they can’t even be used as rags. Were you blind, Norman?”

Stella’s complaining voice came from inside; Diane’s hands balled into fists as she stood by her pile of belongings that were being thrown out carelessly.

“Stop it, Stella,” said Diane as she rushed inside hurriedly. Stella was in the bedroom, standing before the wardrobe while she cleared out Diane’s old clothes.

She turned around as soon as she heard Diane’s voice.

“Hey, why are you back? Do you miss your dirty old clothes?”

Stella stroked her belly purposefully and turned to Norman who was standing next to her. She said to him in a whiny voice, “Honey, I’m tired after being busy the entire morning. Help me over there to sit down; it wouldn’t be good to exhaust your son.”

Norman immediately supported her and helped her over to the side. Then, he gave Diane a nasty sideway glance and snapped, “Why have you returned? There’s nothing between us anymore, so why are you still clinging onto me?”

“I’m just here to take my things. There’s no need to be so full of yourself, Mr. Adler. You’re just a moldy bun to me; I don’t even want to look at you, much less take a bite. Since you’re disgusting, anyone who wants you can have you.”

As Diane spoke, she cast a glance at Stella who had just taken a seat on the sofa. Stella’s face puffed up angrily in an instant and she jumped to her feet furiously. With a hand on her belly, she shouted, “Who’s a moldy bun?

Look, Norman—did you hear what she said about you?”

Norman was burning with anger as well. Then, he glared at Diane with a frown and added, “You’re really hopeless, Diane; you’re still the same even after our divorce. Let me tell you—if you don’t learn the right way to treat a man like my Stella here, nobody will ever want to be with you.”

“Haha…” Diane let out a cold scoff as she said, “Should I learn how to seduce my best friend’s husband so that I can sleep with him? If that’s what you mean, I’m sorry—I don’t think I’d be able to do that.”

“You…”

Stella was furious and out of breath; she pointed a finger at Diane, but Norman stopped whatever she was about to do as he placed a hand on her arm. “Forget it, Stella. It’s the last time, anyway. Just let her take her things so that she can leave quickly. I don’t want to see her here any longer.”

Likewise, Diane wasn’t in the mood to talk to them. She side-eyed the couple before she walked up to her wardrobe and pulled out a suitcase from the bottom compartment.

Her belongings weren’t exactly priceless, but she couldn’t leave them here for those two to trample all over.

After packing up her things, she zipped her suitcase shut and looked toward the couple who were acting like a pair of conjoined twins.

“Today’s our big day, Norman—it’s the day we finally untie the knot. I wish you both happiness in your marriage;

after all, you guys are rotten to the core. You deserve each other very much.”

Diane stood by the door. As she spoke, a slight smirk crept up her face. Stella couldn’t take her taunting and quickly broke away from Norman; she rushed toward Diane and raised her palm to land a fierce slap on Diane’s face. However, Diane dodged to the side just in time and Stella crashed onto the floor by the door frame after missing her hit.

“Be careful,” said Diane as she chuckled. “You’d better not lose your child. My ex-mother-in-law isn’t easy to please, so if anything happens to that precious grandchild of hers, she won’t go easy on you.”

With that, Diane didn’t want to stay there a second longer; she picked up her suitcase and left through the door.

Stella ran after Diane for a few steps as she screamed for her to stop. However, Diane didn’t respond or turn around at all; she simply quickened her steps toward the exit of the building.

The sun was warm, but she couldn’t feel any of that pleasant temperature on her skin. On the contrary, she felt cold as ice; even the tears in her eyes felt like frost.

It was easy to put on the nonchalant and unruffled attitude of hers, but the hurt she was feeling inside wasn’t as simple to mend. In Diane’s pocket was her divorce certificate, and she carried a suitcase full of her belongings in one hand. She walked along the busy streets as a sudden surge of emotions attacked her—she felt unbelievably alone and aggrieved. Right now, she truly felt like a stray cat who had nowhere to go.

Just then, the sudden ringing of her phone disrupted her thoughts; she took it out and answered the call.

“We’re at the Fairview Community Hospital, Diane…”