Meeting You Was Fate

There were no traces of perfume on Bonnie's body. Nacy's brows furrowed for a moment before her features eased into a
nonchalant smile. "Divorce? It doesn't bother me. Times have changed, and I find the notion that a woman is defined by her
marriage incredibly outdated." The unperturbed smile on her lips remained as she continued, "Only misogynists would think so.
It's a pity, especially coming from another woman herself. Don't you think it's time to reevaluate your perspective? Otherwise
you'd be left behind."
Bruce slowly put down the kebab in his hand, and lifted his graceful fingers to adjust the black frames of his glasses. He stood up
slowly, as if deliberately taking his time, and said, "That's true. Divorce doesn't make woman any less. Plenty of men would still
find them desirable. The same is true the other way around. Even virgins can find it difficult to attract men. Most men prefer
women who wouldn't be a boring lay in the bedroom."
"Ha-ha-ha..." Nacy burst into laughter as she gave him a thumbs up.
She could never have imagined that Bruce was hiding such a sharp tongue underneath his serious exterior.
Bonnie gritted her teeth at the curse that was threatening to escape from her lips. Her carefully made-up face blanched in fury. "I
take it then that you are speaking from experience, Mr. Xu. Did you have one hell of a time paying Nacy a visit?"
"Miss Zhong, whether I have or not is none of your business, is it? Only unrefined ladies would pry into other's private lives. If
you have the time to be concerned about us, I suggest for you to use it into learning better manners. You might have more
problems getting yourself a man with that attitude," Bruce said.
"Since you like my ex-husband so much, you have all the chances in the world. After all, he's single again and there wouldn't be
anyone in your way. Why don't you hurry up and find him?" Nacy added sweetly with a smile.
"You're a shameless bitch," Bonnie spat, unable to control herself. Her otherwise sweet face contorted in fury.
"Oh, don't be so angry. You'll age faster if you keep on frowning like that. Trust me, my ex-husband doesn't like old women. I
know his preferences very well." Nacy's voice was dripping with sarcasm, which only fanned Bonnie's anger.
Every time Nacy called Simon "ex-husband," Bonnie felt as if freezing water was being poured on her. Her chest tightened as
she fought to contain her rage.
"Well... You keep mentioning your ex-husband, Nacy. Do you like talking about him that much? It's as if you want to broadcast
your divorce to everyone. No wonder you're an actress. You're the queen of dramas even in real life. Is it that fun to stir up

trouble? Or is it because you want to draw attention to yourself? I pity you." Bonnie said, gritting her teeth and looking at Nacy
with disdain.
"As I said earlier, my divorce doesn't bother me. There are plenty of other men. Why don't you go to Simon instead and ask him if
he wants to marry you. If you two get married, I'll be sure to attend your wedding and get you a nice wedding gift. Doesn't that
sound good?" Nacy folded her arms in front of her chest and stared back at Bonnie with a challenge in her eyes.
"Oh, it'll be my pleasure. I'll definitely send you the invite," Bonnie hissed. She was hanging on to the last thread of her
composure and was turning hysterical.
"I look forward to it then," Nacy said, a cold mocking smile on her lips.
Bonnie wanted to wipe that smile off Nacy's face with her own hands. With a dark face, she said angrily, "I hope you don't cry
when that day comes!"
"Why would I cry? My dear, sweet, Bonnie, not all women in the world think the same as you. You can go ahead and live your life
holding on to your man, but I'm different. I have enough self-respect not to attach my value to a man, or anyone else for that
matter. Chasing after men, living to please them...frankly, I find it...what's the word...pathetic." Nacy looked straight into Bonnie's
eyes as she said the last word.
Bonnie's fists tightened at the verbal attack. "It's clear why Simon divorced you. You are impossible to get along with! No one
would want a woman such as yourself!" Bonnie said, her voice rising in pitch.
"You got that part wrong, dear." Nacy shook her finger arrogantly. "He didn't divorce me; I divorced him. Consider him a gift from
me."
Nacy met Bonnie's contemptuous gaze with her own.
Bonnie felt as if she really was about to explode. Her hands clenched into fists as blue veins throbbed in her forehead. "You say
that you don't love him, but why did you fight me for him in the first place? We were already engaged, so why did you have to
come between us? Have you no conscience? You divorced him just to save face. You were the one who destroyed your
relationship. Everything that happened was your karma. You deserve losing your child!"
No matter the spiteful words Bonnie threw at Nacy in the past, Nacy had always kept her composure. But Bonnie touched
something she shouldn't have this time. Nacy's face darkened at the mention of her lost child.
Her beautiful eyes emitted a dangerous light as she looked at Bonnie. "And you rejoice that my baby is gone?"

Bonnie was taken aback when she realized what she had just said. Her anger dampened with anxiety, thinking that she had to
be careful, otherwise she would be found out.
To outsiders, the loss of Nacy's baby was an unfortunate miscarriage, but Nacy was no fool. She knew that her body's reaction to
the perfume was not natural.
"What? Cat got your tongue? Keep talking. I'm interested to hear what you have to say." Nacy's voice was cold as her eyes
seemed to bore through Bonnie and see into their depths, uncovering all of her secrets.
"What... What does it have to do with me?" Bonnie stammered as if guilt was overtaking her words.
Since the loss of Nacy's baby, Bonnie's sleep had been plagued with nightmares. She saw herself standing in a dark basement,
holding a bloody baby in her hands. She felt its heart beating, the sound growing louder and louder until she was woken up, her
shirt soaked with cold sweat.
"Did I ever say that you had anything to do with it? You look pale. What are you so afraid of?" Nacy pressed, cornering her with
questions. Given how Bonnie was reacting, she was now certain that Bonnie had something to do with her miscarriage.
Bonnie averted her eyes and countered, "What nonsense are you talking about? Whether your child lived or not, it doesn't have
anything to do with me."
"Of course. I'm sure it doesn't matter to you." Nacy leaned closer to Bonnie and whispered, "Are you sleeping well these days? I
hope you're not having nightmares. People with a filthy conscience burn in hell."
Startled, Bonnie drew back from Nacy and pointed at her with a trembling finger. "You... You're trying to frame me," she said with
a shaky voice. "You can't even protect your own child, and now you try to blame others for your irresponsibility. Do you even
deserve to be a mother?"
Nacy was quick to respond. The next moment, her hands were around Bonnie's pointed finger, almost twisting it off her hand
with the force of her hold. "We'll see, won't we. Karma? That's right. Everyone gets their own eventually." Nacy pulled her closer
and looked into her eyes as she hissed, "No prayer can save you from your demons. Watch out for your own shadows."