You Hit My Heart novel Chapter 1725

Chapter 1725: Be Conscious and Take the Initiative for Divorce

Here is the English translation:

Chapter 1725: Taking the Initiative to Divorce Consciously

Athena sat down abruptly in front of Joyce.

She looked at Joyce arrogantly, with a slanted gaze full of disdain, "So you are Joyce? I don't think you look that great, quite ordinary actually. Seeing is believing, nothing special. Standing next to Brother Luther, you are no match for him. You don't deserve him."

Joyce smiled and said to the waiter, "Two cups of black coffee please."

Looking at Athena, Joyce's lips curled slightly, "I ordered for you, I feel like you would probably like bitter coffee. Sweet doesn't suit you."

Athena frowned, was Joyce implying she would rather pour someone a drink and not drink it herself, preferring to drink a forfeit? Good one Joyce, every sentence has thorns.

Joyce tapped her fingers lightly on the table, "Is a woman's appearance really that important? There are countless beautiful celebrities and singers. Even in nightclubs, there are several gorgeous princesses. That is a superficial perspective. I thought Miss Ballard, having grown up in a prominent family, would value inner depth and refinement more. Besides, whether or not I deserve Luther should be for him to say."

"You!"

Athena suddenly clenched her fingers together. She hated that she couldn't just slap Joyce across the face and scratch her skin off.

"Joyce, what are you so smug about? I knew Brother Luther years before you, I'm his first love."

Athena flicked her long hair and turned to face Joyce.

For a moment, Joyce was distracted. Why did she feel like Athena's figure seemed familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before. And more than once.

The long hair, the aura, she seemed to have seen them before.

Somehow, she suddenly recalled the two bizarre encounters with a mysterious woman on the helicopter, one of those times, the side profile she saw looked quite similar to Athena's now.

Seeing Joyce distracted, Athena thought she had rendered Joyce speechless. She was even more smug.

"Joyce, Luther used to think I was dead. He must have been heartbroken, but now I'm alive, he still has feelings for me..."

Before she could finish, Joyce interrupted her.

"Even if you were his first love, that's all in the past. Now I'm his wife. How it happened doesn't matter, what matters is the result. The result is, I'm his wife now!" Joyce smiled casually, as if she didn't take Athena's words to heart at all, nor cared about the "first love" label.

"Besides, you said it yourself, first love. That's all in the past. To me, the past doesn't matter at all. I only look to the future." Joyce's words practically stabbed Athena's weak spot.

Athena almost lost her temper on the spot.

She endured again and again, before finally uttering through gritted teeth, "Joyce, look at how long he has been away from home now. These days, he's been with me the whole time. We've been passionately in love, inseparable."

As Athena spoke, she stroked her nails, as if admiring a work of art.

Unexpectedly, Joyce's next words almost suffocated her with anger.