The Seventh Miserable Bride novel Chapter 20

Yasmine Taylor came to Lily Adams' house. Lily saw her familiar guest with her luggage and asked, "What's going on? Did you get kicked out a week after marriage?"

"No."

She shook her head and dragged her luggage into her house.

Lily was not only her course mate at university but also her best friend. After they graduated, they both went to high school B together as teachers. Needless to say, they were very close to each other.

"What's wrong?"

Yasmine was tired. She wearily smiled and said, "It's nothing. Not a big deal. Just leave me alone for a while."

Lily sighed and sat beside her. "I can understand you even if you keep it to yourself. How would life go well, being married to a man who frequently gets divorced?."

"It's not as bad as you think," Yasmin replied.

"Stop denying. If things weren't bad, why would you be in my house now? I can't imagine how much Scott would suffer if he knows about your marriage after he comes back." Lily said.

"Why do you have to bring him up again? I have nothing to do with him. Others might misunderstand but you should know things well." Yasmin clarified.

Scott Jules was the youngest and most capable principal at B high school. All thanks to his handsome look, most of the female teachers in school fancied over him. However, he only had eyes for Yasmine. Ever since he first saw her in the school, his heart only had space for her regardless of how others had constantly shown affection towards him.

"I just want to remind you that if you really can't tolerate him, you can just get a divorce. Considering Scott is head over heels for you, he won't mind your short-lived marriage." Lily said

Yasmine glared at her and said huffily, "If that's the case, I'm afraid the first person on earth to die of grief over this would be you."

Since they were such good friends, how could they not understand each other?

Sebastian Simons drove his car along the way back thrice and did not find Yasmine. While he was being irritated, he saw a business card left in a corner of his car. It was Henry Taylor's. He slipped it through the window for him this afternoon when they left.

He dialed the number on the card. When the call was picked up, he asked, "Is Yasmine home?"