The call connected after three rings.
"Where are you?" Leona Grant's voice was strained.
"What's wrong? Are you finally calling about the divorce?" Annabelle Linton answered, blurting out the question suspiciously.
Leona Grant scoffed. "Annabelle Linton, are you that desperate for a man? You can't wait to divorce me, is that it? So you can bring some guy home the very next second to fuck you?"
Annabelle Linton: "..."
Annabelle Linton sat up, glancing at her phone, both baffled and angry. After confirming it wasn't a wrong number, she said, "Have you lost your mind? I don't think I've done anything to provoke you, have I?"
"Ask your damn self if you've provoked me, if you've wronged me! We're not even divorced yet, and you're already looking for your next hookup. Annabelle Linton, is this what your foreign education taught you about how to treat your own marriage? Are you really that desperate for a man?"
