The Divorcee Amazed the World

After going downstairs, Helena turned a corner and entered the bathroom.

Closing the door, she sat on the toilet seat, hands covering her face, calming herself for quite a while before remembering the main purpose.

She took out her phone and sent a text to Willis: “Mom wants you guys to come down; it’s time to cut the cake.”

Willis replied: “Okay.”

Helena sat for a few more minutes, stood up, opened the door, walked to the sink, and turned on the tap to wash her hands.

Looking up, she saw her extremely pale reflection in the mirror.

She forced a smile, trying to make herself appear more normal.

“Dada,” the crisp sound of high heels approached.

Then the door was pushed open, and a charming figure entered.

Dressed in a midnight blue starry gown was Susan.

She glanced at Helena, grinned insincerely, and said, “Meeting again, Helena.”

Helena responded with a faint “Hmm” and reached for a towel to dry her hands.

Susan circled around her, walked to the mirror, took out lipstick from her delicate purse, bent over, touched up her makeup while sneakily glancing at Helena in the mirror. She said with a hint of sarcasm, “Helena, this dress isn’t bad for a knockoff. Did you get it from a street market?”

Helena paused, her hands still, and replied with a half-smile, “The dress was personally designed by my mother-in-law. If your eyesight is failing, I suggest visiting an eye doctor.”

“Is that so?” Susan feigned surprise, turning her head to look at Helena again, “A dress designed by Jenny, yet you managed to give it a knockoff vibe.”

She pursed her lips, making meaningful “tsk tsk” sounds.

Implying that even if one wore the genuine article, it wouldn’t look authentic if the person looked like a knockoff.

Helena remained silent, quietly observing herself and Susan in the mirror.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Despite Susan being a well-bred heiress, Helena somehow appeared more like a traditional debutante, probably due to her early art education. She exuded a pure and elegant aura, with bright, clear eyes that were neither flattering nor evasive.

Susan, on the other hand, despite her glamorous appearance, had a wandering gaze, full of coquetry, reminiscent of the eyes of a concubine from the past.

In Nancy’s words, she was provocative and full of airs.

Helena lifted her chin, pointing at the mirror. “Open your eyes wide and take a good look. I’m taller, more beautiful, and more outstanding than you. The difference between the authentic and the knockoff is clear at a glance.”

“You!” Susan’s face turned red with anger. She exerted force, breaking the lipstick in her hand.

Helena turned to leave.

As she reached the door, Susan’s arrogant voice came from behind, “Being a third party with such a sense of superiority, Susan is indeed one of a kind. I hope your dad lives to be two hundred years old and keeps protecting you in this circle.”

“I have a brother!” Susan retorted.

Thinking of Ryan’s words, Helena felt as if hundreds of ants were crawling in her heart.

It was so uncomfortable.

She gripped her dress tightly, turned to face Susan, and said nonchalantly, “Being a mistress with such confidence, Susan is indeed unique. I suggest finding ways to buy more life-extending medicines for your dad; the longer he lives, the more protection you get.”

“Bang!” Susan angrily slammed the bathroom door.

Helena’s smile gradually froze.

What use was winning a war of words?

In Willis’s eyes, she had genuinely lost.

Reality was so cruel; no matter how hard she tried, having a good father was better than everything else. In this circle, having a good father even added points to one’s marriage.

After Ryan and Willis came downstairs, Helena had already composed herself.

Casually, she joined them in singing birthday songs for Jenny, blowing out candles, and cutting the cake.

After finishing the cake, Willis said to her, “Let the driver take you home first; I’ll be home later.”

Helena smiled and nodded, “Sure, take your time.”

After bidding farewell to Jenny, Helena left the Santana family and got into the car.

Passing by a 24-hour pharmacy on the way, she asked the driver to stop, went in, and bought a box of emergency contraceptive pills.

She and Willis had been intimate last night, and she was in her ovulation period. They hadn’t used any protection.