Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 1725: Be Conscious And Take The Initiative For Divorce

Chapter 1725: Be Conscious and Take the Initiative for Divorce

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Chapter 1725: Taking the Initiative to Divorce Consciously

Athena sat down abruptly in front of Joyce.

She looked at Joyce arrogantly, with a slanted gaze full of disdain, "So you are Joyce? I don't think you look that great, quite ordinary actually. Seeing is believing, nothing special. Standing next to Brother Luther, you are no match for him. You don't deserve him."

Joyce smiled and said to the waiter, "Two cups of black coffee please."

Looking at Athena, Joyce's lips curled slightly, "I ordered for you, I feel like you would probably like bitter coffee. Sweet doesn't suit you."

Athena frowned, was Joyce implying she would rather pour someone a drink and not drink it herself, preferring to drink a forfeit? Good one Joyce, every sentence has thorns.

Joyce tapped her fingers lightly on the table, "Is a woman's appearance really that important? There are countless beautiful celebrities and singers. Even in nightclubs, there are several gorgeous princesses. That is a superficial perspective. I thought Miss Ballard, having grown up in a prominent family, would value inner depth and refinement more. Besides, whether or not I deserve Luther should be for him to say."

"You!"

Athena suddenly clenched her fingers together. She hated that she couldn't just slap Joyce across the face and scratch her skin off.

"Joyce, what are you so smug about? I knew Brother Luther years before you, I'm his first love."

Athena flicked her long hair and turned to face Joyce.

For a moment, Joyce was distracted. Why did she feel like Athena's figure seemed familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before. And more than once.

The long hair, the aura, she seemed to have seen them before.

Somehow, she suddenly recalled the two bizarre encounters with a mysterious woman on the helicopter, one of those times, the side profile she saw looked quite similar to Athena's now.

Seeing Joyce distracted, Athena thought she had rendered Joyce speechless. She was even more smug.

"Joyce, Luther used to think I was dead. He must have been heartbroken, but now I'm alive, he still has feelings for me..."

Before she could finish, Joyce interrupted her.

"Even if you were his first love, that's all in the past. Now I'm his wife. How it happened doesn't matter, what matters is the result. The result is, I'm his wife now!" Joyce smiled casually, as if she didn't take Athena's words to heart at all, nor cared about the "first love" label.

"Besides, you said it yourself, first love. That's all in the past. To me, the past doesn't matter at all. I only look to the future." Joyce's words practically stabbed Athena's weak spot.

Athena almost lost her temper on the spot.

She endured again and again, before finally uttering through gritted teeth, "Joyce, look at how long he has been away from home now. These days, he's been with me the whole time. We've been passionately in love, inseparable."

As Athena spoke, she stroked her nails, as if admiring a work of art.

Unexpectedly, Joyce's next words almost suffocated her with anger.

"Oh." Joyce leaned back nonchalantly against the sofa backrest. "You're boasting about your experience as a mistress? No legitimacy, disparaged by the world, how can that be something glorious?" The refined features on Athena's face immediately collapsed.

The word mistress to her was simply insulting.

She should be the main partner, Joyce was the intruder.

Before Athena could respond, Joyce shook her head in a mocking gesture, "The morals of the world today have really decayed. Now women don't even have the most basic sense of shame. Clearly just a mistress, yet unashamed, even taking pride in it."

Just then, the waiter brought over the black coffees and set them down before them.

Athena suddenly stood up in anger, slammed the table heavily with a "slap", "Who are you calling a mistress?! Clearly it's you, taking advantage while I was in a coma, seducing Brother Luther, stealing my sweetheart, you're just a shameless vixen."

The black coffee splashed out a little onto the table with Athena's slamming action, the pitch black liquid looking unpleasant.

Joyce did not back down, "You said it yourself that I stole your sweetheart, since I stole him, he's mine now. Survival of the fittest, isn't that how the game is played?"

"You!" Athena was rendered speechless by Joyce's rebuttal, realizing she was no match for her in a verbal sparring.

In her impatience, Athena no longer wanted to engage in pointless verbal disputes.

She decided to play her trump card. Reaching into her file bag, she took out a document and handed it to Joyce.

"No matter how glib you are, facts are facts. Luther doesn't want you anymore. If you have any sense, hurry and sign the divorce papers, don't keep embarrassing yourself like a mangy dog."

She flipped to the last page of the divorce agreement and pointed at the signature at the bottom.

"Brother Luther's signature in his own handwriting, you should recognize it."

Joyce looked at the divorce agreement before her. Of course she recognized Luther's handwriting, having seen it too many times. No matter how messy his writing, she could recognize it. Indeed, it was Luther's authentic signature, not a forgery.

Her eyelid twitched.

What on earth happened? How did Athena get a divorce agreement with Luther's handwritten signature? Although shocked internally, her expression remained impassive.

Seeing Joyce silent, Athena gloated, "What do you say now? Are you convinced? Luther doesn't want you anymore. If you have any sense, hurry and sign the divorce papers, don't keep making a fool of yourself like a mangy dog."

She handed the pen over, "Sign it. Divorce consciously on your own initiative, avoid humiliating yourself. He belongs to me."

Joyce stared at the divorce agreement for a while.

Suddenly, she laughed.

Her laughter sent chills down Athena's spine, having no idea what Joyce meant.

"Why should I sign it?" Joyce suddenly looked up, staring straight at Athena, her eyes full of bright confidence, mesmerizing.

"You said it yourself, I'm the legal wife. As long as I don't sign it, I'll always be the legal wife. While you, no matter if you're his true love, in legal terms, you'll always be the mistress. Heh."

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