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The running water was filling up the golden sink and was about to overflow. Ingrid plunged headlong into it, splashing out a lot of water.
Ingrid’s groupie in the back exclaimed and looked extremely shocked.
Joyce coldly swept a glance over and the groupie was instantly silenced. She watched the scene in horror and did not dare to go forward.
Ingrid struggled violently, but Joyce did not forcefully resist. She just wanted to teach Ingrid a lesson, so she let go of Ingrid and took a step back. Not a single drop of water got onto Joyce’s dress and she still looked as beautiful and seductive as ever.
However, Ingrid was incredibly wretched. Her hair and makeup were no longer presentable.
Ingrid leaned against the wall and gasped for air. A trace of shock and unfamiliarity flashed in her eyes.
She did not seem to know this side of Joyce, or perhaps she had never really understood this woman!
Ingrid’s groupie immediately went forward to hold her. “Ingrid, a-are you okay?“
“Ms. Beckett, I’ve already told you just now that I won’t put up with you anymore. If you mess with me again, you’ll pay the price! “
Joyce raised her hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ears, then unhurriedly lifted her eyelids. Her intimidating gaze landed on Ingrid, whose face was pale. Ingrid looked like a wet dog, which made Joyce smile with satisfaction.
She pursed her lips and seemed to be mocking Ingrid, then turned on her heels and left nonchalantly.
Ingrid only dared to scream in exasperation after Joyce left.
Joyce was in a great mood because she gave what Ingrid deserved, but who would have thought that when she looked up, she saw Tristan who had been there for God-knows-how-long.
She paused for a moment and wanted to walk away as if she did not see him, but he called out to her. “ Joyce.“
Tristan stood there and watched as Joyce deliberately ignored himself. He was clearly extremely uncomfortable, but he had to endure it because he owed it to her.
Thus, when he heard what was happening in the women’s restroom, he held back from going in to stop them.
The Beckett family owed her much more than that.
Joyce stopped in her tracks and looked at him with raised eyebrows. “What’s wrong, Mr. Beckett?” Without waiting for Tristan’s reply, Joyce smirked and said, “Oh, by the way, Ms. Beckett is inside, but you came too late. She’s not presentable enough to come out and meet people right now.”
After all, Ingrid was now very wretched and could not come out of the bathroom for a while.
Tristan looked at Joyce with a deep gaze. There was a complex emotion and scrutiny in his sharp features.
“Why didn’t you say anything when my family treated you like this?“
“What?* Joyce raised her eyebrows. Her eyes were indifferent and she did not expect him to say that.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?“
‘If she had told me, I’d have stopped my family from doing this to her…I definitely would.”
Tristan scrutinized her with his stunning eyes as if he did not want to let go of any hint of emotion on her face.
Joyce laughed. “It’s all in the past and we’re divorced now. I don’t want to mention it again.“
‘What’s the use of talking about it? They will only humiliate me more…’
“Since we’re already divorced, what’s the harm of talking about it? You should at least let me know why you wanted a divorce for no reason, right?“ The man suppressed his violently beating heart in his chest and looked at her with a dark gaze.
“For no reason?” Joyce hooked up her lips and repeated these three words.
‘What a joke!’
She put away the smile on her face. Her gaze was clear and cold as she glanced at him. “Tristan Beckett, have we ever met in private in the past three years? Have you ever given me a chance?”
‘Wasn’t he the one who acquiesced to all the bullying that others did to me?’
Every time they met, he had a business-like attitude. All he ever mentioned was Selena Price. Joyce felt tormented by that name.
Suddenly, Joyce recalled the time they had just gotten married. She did not understand why Tristan was deliberately being cold to her and began to learn how to be a virtuous wife. Every day, she would prepare meals and wait for him to come home. She was afraid to disturb his work, so she dared not even call him.
However, Tristan would not come home for several days in a row, so Joyce could not resist sending him a text message asking if he wanted to try her cooking. She never got a reply.
The countless attempts and gestures of goodwill yet getting repeatedly slapped in the face made her feel exhausted and worthless.
Later, when Joyce got used to Tristan’s cold shoulder, she learned that she was destined to be alone in their new house and that he would never come back.
They each had their own purpose in this marriage.
Now, Joyce finally freed herself from the past yet he wanted an answer?
If he had treated her as a wife, his family and friends would not dare to laugh so blatantly at her wishful thinking.
‘Wasn’t he the one who took the lead to humiliate me?’
These words pierced his heart like a needle, which gave off a dense soreness in his chest. Tristan frowned. “ You actually had many opportunities to tell me…*
‘So it’s my fault?’ Joyce sneered.
Joyce no longer cared about the past. She did not need others to stand up for her. She used to put up with their vile treatment because she loved Tristan, but now, she would not endure any of it because she did not love him anymore!
“Mr. Beckett, you only care about Selena Price, so how can you tolerate other women? I’m very impressed that you care more for her than your marriage, so what’s the use of talking about this now?“
“Actually, Selena is…” Tristan knitted his brows. He wanted to explain to Joyce about his relationship with Selena when he was coldly interrupted by Joyce.
‘That’s enough. I’m repulsed by that name. Mr. Beckett, it’s best if we pretend not to know each other in the future…“
After that, Joyce strutted away on her high heels without looking back.
Her good mood was ruined. Joyce came out again with a sullen face, just in time to see Grant waiting for her after he was done mingling.
Grant probably heard the others talking about Joyce’s fight with Ingrid earlier because his face was glum, but he looked relieved to see Joyce again.
Joyce walked over with a smile then hugged Grant’s arm petulantly. “Is it over yet? Can we leave early? I’m so tired today…“
Grant dotingly pinched her nose. “We can leave if you’re tired. There’s no need to care about the others.“
Joyce smiled with squinted eyes. ‘Brother’s still the best…”
“Do you need to tell anyone?“
“No, I’ve already said my goodbyes long ago.“ Grant stroked her head. “Let’s go, the driver’s waiting outside.“
Joyce nodded and took Grant’s arm as they walked outside. The handsome man and beautiful woman were an extremely eye-catching pair.