"So there is absolutely no need for you to use such methods to take revenge on me.
This is self-indulgence.
I really don’t care at all.
Reminding you to stay away from Oliver Turner is for your own good.
This is the last bit of goodwill I have for you as a spouse."
"Take back your goodwill.
There were some things I was still undecided on.
But now, I thank you for giving me the courage.
You have successfully helped me end my feelings for you completely.
Hunter Warren, now it’s my turn to tell you, stay away from me.
Stop interfering with my life.
Stop meddling in Townsend Family affairs.
Do not appear before me as an ex-husband anymore.
We are done, completely done."
Faye Townsend took two steps back from him, turned around indifferently, and was about to leave.
He stepped forward, grabbed her, and pressed her directly against the wall.
She could feel the anger in his eyes.
Seeing his ex-wife with his nemesis, that feeling must not be pleasant.
Shouldn’t he taste the agony of betrayal she felt from her husband and best friend?
An eye for an eye, she had said, she would retaliate all the pain they gave.
He should be grateful that the man she found wasn’t one of his buddies.
Faye Townsend smirked: "Second Master Warren, anything else to say?
Given our current relationship.
This posture seems somewhat extravagant, doesn’t it?"
"Push you?" Faye Townsend turned and scoffed sarcastically: "What, should I, Faye Townsend, after divorcing you, Hunter Warren, have to live like a beggar to not push you?
You, a betrayer, are still entitled to find happiness.
What makes you think I can’t?"
"Happiness? Ridiculous, do you love Oliver Turner?"
"Love? Is that useful?
If it is, I can start loving him from now on.
To me, he is a better fit than you were.
Without love, at least there’s no hurt.
I, Faye Townsend, don’t have such grand aspirations.
As long as that man treats me sincerely, I will reciprocate sincerely."
Faye Townsend defiantly lifted her chin, the determination in her eyes surprised him.
"I think you’ve really gone mad.
Let me tell you, I know that man better than you do.
He has been keeping a woman since he was 21.
That woman is his bottom line; you can’t get into his heart, understand?
You’ve already experienced a loveless marriage once; do you really want to go through it a second time?
Are you that despicable."
"Yes, I am that despicable, so what?
At least the woman he loves isn’t my best friend.
Hunter Warren, you will never understand, what I hate the most isn’t your betrayal, but your trampling on my sincerity.
So enough already, really enough, stop acting like a compassionate Buddha dictating my life, you, are not worthy."
Hunter Warren’s eyes narrowed with a ferocious look: "I’m not worthy?
Faye Townsend, you indiscriminate woman, you hate me for trampling on your sincerity, is that it?
What about you, do you think you’re so clean yourself?
Don’t need me to intervene, is it? Fine, then get out of here right now."
Faye Townsend smirked coldly at him and pushed him away.
"I hope this is the last time I see you."
After saying that, she quickly turned around, opened the door, and left, her eyes brimming with tears as if about to burst a dam.
Hunter Warren turned and smashed the blue and white porcelain vase placed at the entrance.
His fist heavily struck the wall.
Faye Townsend, Faye Townsend... really something.