Starting with A Divorce by Gloria Warren

Chapter 644 Two Slaps
"Kaliyah, stop talking nonsense. Do you really think I don't know the true reason behind your divorce from Cason? You gambled
with your own son’s safety to win Cason's heart, and that's what led to your divorce, isn't it?" Ainsley said coldly.
This news has made Kaliyah famous throughout Seattle, becoming a target of disdain for many people.
Of course, she understood Kaliyah's current state of mind, because the shameful incident that led to the divorce was something
she simply couldn't accept.
So, she confidently placed all the blame on someone she already disliked, such as Ainsley.
"Despicable woman! Even now, you still don't dare to admit your feelings for Cason? Stop playing the innocent victim, I know
you've been scheming behind our backs.’
Ainsley let out a cold laugh, now feeling that the woman standing in front of her was simply beyond foolish.
Becky never expected Kaliyah to be so reckless. If it were just Ainsley, that would be one thing, but she also had Manuel by her
side, someone they couldn't afford to mess with.
She quickly grabbed her daughter, "Kaliyah, stop talking nonsense. You two are already divorced, so don't dwell on this matter
anymore. Don't forget why we came here today, Cason isn't a good person either."
Deep down in her heart, hidden and trapped in the cage of gossip and rumors, Kaliyah's inner peace had long been impossible
to attain, especially when she laid eyes on the source of her restlessness.
In that lifeless marriage, she worried every day about Cason being taken away by Ainsley. As a result, her extreme anger made
it difficult for her to analyze the situation rationally.
"Why are you speaking up for them? I am your daughter!"
Without a second thought, she forcefully pushed her own mother away. If it weren't for Becky catching hold of a nearby public
bench, she might have fallen straight to the ground. Tomorrow's front-page headline would surely be about Kaliyah shoving her
mother.
Kaliyah rushed in front of Ainsley and made threatening gestures. "Look at me now. Do I look like a madman?”

She looked at Manuel again, her words laden with meaning. "Mr. Gage, do you see it now? To this person, you're nothing more
than a backup plan. Who knows, maybe Ainsley and Cason will get back together, and where will that leave you?"
Slap!
A resounding slap echoed throughout the mall, as Ainsley rubbed her own palm.
"Shut up, you.”
Kaliyah covered her face with her hands, looking at Ainsley in disbelief. "You dare to hit me!"
She immediately rushed in front of Ainsley, ready to strike back.
As a result, just as his hand was raised and had not yet fallen, Manuel grabbed her wrist. "Stay away from her."
Manuel forcefully shook off Kaliyah's hand, nearly causing her to fall to the ground.
Kaliyah burst into laughter. "Haha. This is so amusing! You clearly know you're just a backup, yet you're still so eager. Mr. Gage,
you're really nothing special!"
Slap!
Another slap.
Kaliyah was taken aback. Just as she was about to curse out loud, she saw Ainsley raise her hand to slap her again.
"You call others a backup option, but what makes you so special? In the three years I was married to Cason, you were like a
mistress, constantly affecting my life. Even after I divorced Cason, you still lingered around me like a bad spirit. Now that you and
Cason are divorced, it seems all those years of education have gone to waste!" Ainsley said coldly.
Upon hearing this, Kaliyah was taken aback and asked, "What do you mean?"
"What do you mean you don't understand what I'm saying? Whether it's divorcing me or marrying you and then divorcing you, it’s
all this man's fault.
I realized this when I was getting divorced, why are you still so obsessed and clueless? The man you love is just a scumbag."
Ainsley pushed Kaliyah.

After staggering a few steps, Kaliyah finally regained her balance. This time, when she looked up at Ainsley, she realized that
they were no longer at the same height.
Just like Waston after being kidnapped, what she and Ainsley said wasn't much different; it's just that she never wanted to face it.
These two slaps left her dazed and in pain.
Ainsley didn't have time to pay attention to her anymore. She took out a handkerchief and wiped her hands, "Stop barking like a
dog everywhere, and think about how confident you were when you first returned to the country. But don't get me wrong, I wont
forgive you for what you've done before. As for the debts you owe, I'll make sure you pay them back one by one."
Becky, suppressing her fear, helped Kaliyah up. "Kaliyah, let's go back!"
Kaliyah was being dragged by Becky, unable to walk properly.
She didn't want to leave, at least not in such a dejected and driven-out manner.
Ainsley's voice rang out once more from behind, the icy tone sending a shiver down Kaliyah's spine. ‘Kaliyah, don't think you had
no part in what Irene did. Just because she's in prison, you think everything is fine now? Never forget what you've done in the
past. One day, the retribution you deserve will come, and it won't be any less than what's owed. Just you wait.’
Kaliyah's face turned pale as she leaned on Becky for support, knowing that Ainsley wasn't exaggerating. Irene had indeed been
sent to prison, and it was a life sentence.
Being in prison is an unbearable experience. Even being confined during pregnancy is already suffocating, let alone being in an
actual prison.
They walked step by step, pressing the elevator button.
Manuel stopped the two of them. "Kaliyah, I think you've misunderstood something. Between Ainsley and me, it's always been
me who couldn't let go, not her. For her, I can do anything. So, it's really bold of you to say these things in front of me today,
using a divorce agreement to fight against the Glover Group. But what can you use to stop me? Remember to stay far away from
her and never approach her again. Now, get lost."
Kaliyah's back stiffened, and she left the place as if escaping.
Ainsley and Manuel hadn't forgotten what they came for, having only visited one store when they were interrupted by Kaliyah.

Manuel led Ainsley into the most secluded studio on the eighth floor. "Don't be fooled by the small size of this shop," he said, "the
designer inside is a true master."
Upon approaching, Ainsley immediately sensed the uniqueness of this store.
The texture and overall impression of this is quite distinct, setting it apart from what she've seen before, elevating it to a whole
new level.
Upon seeing that it was Manuel, the person in charge immediately became more enthusiastic. "Our brand's haute couture is
generally not loaned out, unlike many big brands that lend their high-end designs to female celebrities attending banquets. Our
brand has its own unique style. If you wear it and it fits you perfectly, then it's meant for you.”
Ainsley naturally understood this rule. Established haute couture brands basically never engaged in lending out their outfits, as
they didn't need anyone to promote their brand. The mere existence of their brand was a form of promotion.