Crises in Love novel Chapter 154

Hertha's fighting spirit was on fire. She was still cursing up a storm, accusing Marissa of every sin under the sun. She even went as far as to expose Marissa's kept man, with precise and convincing evidence.

I was impressed deep down. This Hertha was not an average brawler. She had her wits about her, able to dig up so much dirt on Marissa. She was well prepared and not some foolish woman going around picking fights. No wonder her hits were so accurate.

Gevena tugged my arm, tilting her head. "Let's go!" I took a few more glances, soaking in the drama before we left.

At dinner, Catherine showed me a push notification on her phone. The scene we just left was already making rounds on the internet.We chatted animatedly over dinner about the juicy details of Hertha and Marissa's feud. However, in my mind, I was already calculating how to leverage this incident.

When I got home, I found Jaylan, who hadn't been home for days, had returned.

I wished he would be gone forever. But now, his return was a blessing in disguise!

Jaylan, trying to act casual, attempted to strike a conversation. "Honey, Monique is coming home tomorrow! You must be thrilled!"

I sat on the sofa, engrossed in my phone, scrolling through TikTok videos, not giving him the satisfaction of a response. Just as I came across the video of Marissa getting beaten up, I gasped. "Oh my God, isn't that Marissa?"

I quickly turned up the volume, staring wide-eyed at the screen, replaying the video over and over again. There was no way Jaylan could miss Hertha's harsh words.

Jaylan kept his cool, sipping his water, but his face visibly darkened.

I opened my mouth and said, "No wonder Marissa has never told me directly who her husband is and what he does! Turns out she's a mistress! Jeez, she has even said 'my husband’ shamelessly to my face. For Heaven’s sake, I wonder whose husband he is! She's so reckless. How could she do such a thing? She even has a child. What will the child do in the future as a bastard son? Tsk tsk! Men are so unreliable. Aren’t they afraid of catching AIDS!" I was clearly hinting at something.

Jaylan remained silent, his face darkening.

I sighed. "Darling, you were right. Marissa is no saint. Just listen to this mess! What was it all about? Not only is she a mistress, but she's also keeping a toy boy? What is she thinking? When did she fall so low?"

Probert came over and asked, "Mommy, what kind of toy boy is she keeping? Is the toy funny? Can we keep one, too?"