Novel & Cerita A Woman Scorned

Was it just a coincidence? Before she could think more about it, she heard jarring voices not too far away. “That woman isn’t worthy of my son. I’m already showing her respect by canceling the engagement. She’s just a country bumpkin. Now that Eiger doesn’t want her, no one else will either!” “Her scandalous deeds have spread far and wide. I say, your son is far too kind. That woman should have her reputation ruined.” The mocking words and sneers continued. A few nicely-dressed women sat in the diner with disdainful looks on their faces. At that moment, the eyes of one of them flew wide open.

Ryan did not confirm nor deny it, but I could tell the truth from the guilty look in his eyes. The scorching summer day in June felt like winter to me. I held my breath in shock. What was I to Ryan, if that woman was his wife? "Stop faking it," the woman taunted me. Then, she went on to introduce me to the onlookers. "Ladies and gentlemen, take a good look at this homewrecker! She snatched my husband from me, and she had the audacity to ask him for an apartment."

I asked “You know it is” She responded vehemently. I smiled at this; there was nothing deadlier than a woman scorned by a lover and Ana was such woman

Her attempt at appeasement only made the group laugh cruelly. Sorry doesn't cut it. The tall woman snarled. I hate women like you. Beautiful and smug. My husband left me for someone like you. It's time you got what you deserve. The woman lunged at Bianca, kicking her in the side. Bianca gasped in pain. But before she could cry out, another woman clamped a hand over her mouth. Blows rained down on her as she fell into a haze of pain and dizziness.

" I won’t stand here and let you insult her." Mrs. Sinclair’s expression darkened. "I am not insulting her, Martinez. I am stating a fact. That woman will feed on you like the parasite she is." Martinez let out a bitter laugh. "Parasite? Come on... she's just the perfect woman for me, you're acting this way because she isn’t the woman you wanted me to be with." "I wanted you to be with someone who wouldn’t drag our name through the mud. Someone who wouldn’t be a scandal waiting to happen!"

“She ought to be given a medal for her humanity.” Madam Graham shook her head, “You don’t know Saffron, she will not accept such recognition.” Saffron might not know what was going on, but for this old witch to continue praising her in front of her friend when her hatred for Saffron cannot be put in writing, the lady immediately knew that all was not well. Madam Graham observed Saffron and when she noticed that she was becoming uncomfortable, the woman finally let the cat out of the bag.

She wasn't performing or trying to get attention. She was trying to blend in. I could see it in the way her shoulders were tension-tight, the way her eyes—even from this distance—constantly scanned the exits. She was new. She was out of place. She looked like a deer that had accidentally walked into a wolf’s den and was trying to convince everyone she had fangs. I watched her through the glass. My drink stayed halfway to my lips, forgotten. I’ve seen beautiful women. I’ve owned them. I’ve discarded them. But there was something about the way this woman moved—a strange mix of elegance and sheer, desperate calculation. She wasn't just here to drink. She was here for a reason.

The mere thought of being at the mercy of those cruel foreign creatures and their evil, sadistic humans after being used and lied to so horridly by these women sent her into a frenzy that might be considered crazy by many. Whipping her body to and fro with such force, she was able to free herself from the very surprised Marta’s grasp. Without a moment’s hesitation, she lept to her feet and kicked the oversized woman in the jaw as hard as she could. The loud crack that resounded through the night gave her a twinge of satisfaction, but it was not nearly enough to compensate for the humiliation and misuse that she’d undergone. The saying that there is nothing more dangerous than a woman’s scor

But the scorn continued, calming her nerves as she added, “But that's fine. I already right my mistake you've cause, you bitch!” The woman startled, and the women around stop mumbling. She said, “Don't trick me sister. I know your might, as so your limitation!” “Then dare to show up and open the path to the heaven!” “You think I am a fool to do that?” She dismiss the women and they disperse to reappear outside, continue mumbling a strange words. The scorn replace by a sneered, and said, “You can't be a fool, of course. But are you certain you aren't wasted your time, stupid bitch?”

The gathered guests began to point and whisper. "Even her own mate doesn't trust her." "She really has fallen." "How disgraceful." I stood outside the gates, enduring the scornful stares of everyone. This was Clark's final "gift" to me.