If not for everything, the place Janet stood today would have belonged to her, to Elvira. Jealousy burned wildly inside her. When they were little, her mother Cornelia had stolen her father's heart. Then Elvira stole her brother's affection. Now, no matter what, she would never let her steal Charles's heart too.
Falling in love with a man for the first time—it was like a drug. Once addicted, there was no way out.
When Elvira walked out, she deliberately stopped in front of Janet. With her usual arrogance, she looked down on her from above and sneered,
"Even if your man can't satisfy you anymore, you shouldn't set your eyes on someone else—especially when that man happens to be your own brother-in-law!"
Leaning in, Elvira's ample cleavage was fully on display in front of Janet, paired with that seductive smile of hers. Janet felt nothing but disgust.
"Watch your filthy mouth! I'm not you, Elvira. I don't need a lecture from someone like you!"
