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    As one <b>“</b>scumbag” after another flew out of Marie’s mouth, even Ste couldn’t help but nce at her a few more times.


    The two were tearing into each other over the phone, the argument escting from petty insults to Dan outright demanding Marie divorce Derrick.


    Even from across the room, Ste could clearly hear Dan’s sharp,manding tone through the speaker.


    Which only infuriated Marie more.


    “My divorce has nothing to do with you! Mind your own damn business.”


    “What, he’s not a good guy? And <i>you </i>are? You pretentious scum. You memory–faking piece of trash.”


    Ste’s lip twitched.


    <i>Pretentious </i><i>scum</i>–a new title added to the list.


    So now both ssic insults typically reserved for backstabbing women were being hurled at Dan.


    Wait a second–did she just say Dan had <i>amnesia</i><i>? </i>


    <i>Was </i>that <i>real</i><i>? </i>


    Ste had her doubts from the beginning. The whole “amnesia” thing had always seemed like a convenient


    excuse.


    If a person suffered real brain trauma, they’d either die or eventually recover.


    This so–called memory loss felt more like a well–packaged excuse to cover up being a jerk.


    Marie continued her furious rant, only to find Ste watching her with a stunned expression.


    Her gaze dropped to Ste’s still–t belly–and suddenly, she shot to her feet and stormed upstairs, still cursing as she went.


    “You two–faced liar!”


    <i>Two</i>–<i>faced </i>just joined the insult roster.


    By the time Abraham returned home, he saw Ste still sitting dazed on the couch.


    He came over and gently ruffled her soft hair. “What’s got you so zoned out?”


    She hadn’t even noticed him walk in.


    Ste finally snapped out of it, still shaken by Marie’s earlier outburst. Especially that string of insults.Scumbag, <i>pretentious </i><i>scum</i>, two<i>–</i><i>faced</i>–all directed at Dan.


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    Seeing Abraham, she grabbed his wrist and nuzzled her chin into his warm palm. “You’re back?”


    Judging by the way he’d left earlier, she thought he’d be outte today.


    Abraham gave a soft “Mm.”


    Before he could say more, Ste hooked herself onto his arm and leaned in to whisper, “Abraham, Marie and Dan had a huge fight.”


    “Hmm?”


    “Sounds like she really did get the marriage license with Derrick. Dan told her to divorce him.”


    She delivered the punchline with perfect timing.


    When Derrick came to pick Marie up earlier, Ste hadn’t thought they’d actually go through with it.


    They all knew Marie’s temper too well.


    But somehow, they had gotten married.


    And Dan… the way he reacted, there was no way that man had truly lost his memory.


    If he really had amnesia, would he be this furious over it?


    Abraham turned to face her, wrapping one arm around her slim waist. “So? Did she win the argument?”


    <i>Win</i>?


    Judging from how red Marie’s face was when she stormed upstairs, it was hard to say for sure–but she had gone up to continue yelling.


    “She called Dan a scumbag, pretentious, and two–faced.”


    Abraham paused for a moment–then chuckled. “That’s… quite a collection.”


    Ste: “You should’ve seen Dan. He was speechless.”


    “You saw him?”


    “Heard him! He couldn’t even form words. Totally wrecked.”


    That’s her sister, alright.


    A natural–born queen of verbal beatdowns. Left the man with no room to respond.


    Talking about how Dan was crushed over the phone, Ste’s eyes sparkled with delight.


    Abraham’s lips curled in a smile. “There aren’t many people in this world who can push her around.”


    “Oh please. You’re telling me you weren’t worried earlier?”


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    Abraham sighed. “I was worried–until now.”


    He’d been concerned because it was Dan. He figured Marie might not be able to take it emotionally.


    But now, after hearing how Marie tore into Dan over the phone, that concern had vanished.


    Just then, Abel entered the room.


    Two professionally dressed women followed closely behind him, both carrying their arms full of elegant


    gowns<b>. </b>


    The moment Abel saw Ste draped over Abraham, he instinctively turned back around. “Abraham.”


    Ste sat up straight, peeking over Abraham’s shoulder at Abel.


    The women behind him were clearly here for a reason.


    Abraham nced back, then said to Ste, “Go call her down. She needs to try on dresses too.”


    “Huh? For what?”


    “There’s an important birthday banquet. You and Marie both need to be there.”


    Ste groaned, “But I don’t want to go…”