My Gentle Wife is a Real Divine Being

Shelia was tearful and felt misunderstood by the whole world.

“Miss Mathis, how could you humiliate me like this in front of so many people? I may be poor, but I have dignity! I have never done such things,” she said firmly. “You can’t slander me just because Debra is your friend. Even if I’m poor, I won’t let you defame me like this. Just because you’re rich doesn’t mean you can splash dirt on

me.”

Erica was eager to argue, but she couldn’t find the right words.

Debra stepped forward and sneered, “Poor?”

Shelia still had that fragile yet stubborn look as she gazed at Debra.

Previously, Debra had only gone tit for tat against Shelia, never intending to force her out of school.

Now Shelia’s affectation made Debra regret her leniency.

She approached, and Shelia retreated in fear. “What are you going to do?”

She snatched Shelia’s handbag, took out one bank card after another, and grabbed the suit jacket hanging on Shelia’s clothes.

“Every single one of these bank cards is given by Juan. He gives you tens of thousands every month for living expenses and pays your expensive tuition fees. Your handbag was a gift from him, and everything you have is from him. Don’t forget, Juan and I are husband and wife. His money is our joint property. What right do you have to talk about being poor? Where do you get the guts to claim you have dignity?”

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Shelia listened to the comments around her her face atemating between pale and red.

Suddenly, someone snatched the jacket from Debra’s hands.

Startled, Debra tumed to see Juan craping the jacket over Shella’s shoulders, his expression cold towards Debra. “As I said Stela and I have never crossed any lines

“How do you define crossing lines? Debra chucked. Shela accompanies you to major events. When she’s sok, you’l rust over at one call from her. In front of everyone, you embarrass me

over and over again.”

With each word Debra spoke, Juan’s face darkened.

Debra stepped forward, looking into Juan’s eyes, and said each word deliberately, “Juan, crossing lines isn’t just about sleeping together. What you’re doing now is even more disgusting.”