Chapter 681 A Murderer''s Conscience


    There were no traces of perfume on Bonnie''s body. Nacy''s brows furrowed for a moment before her


    features eased into a nonchnt smile. "Divorce? It doesn''t bother me. Times have changed, and I find


    the notion that a woman is defined by her marriage incredibly outdated." The unperturbed smile on her


    lips remained as she continued, "Only misogynists would think so. It''s a pity, especiallying from


    another woman herself. Don''t you think it''s time to reevaluate your perspective? Otherwise you''d be left


    behind."


    Bruce slowly put down the kebab in his hand, and lifted his graceful fingers to adjust the ck frames


    of his sses. He stood up slowly, as if deliberately taking his time, and said, "That''s true. Divorce


    doesn''t make woman any less. Plenty of men would still find them desirable. The same is true the other


    way around. Even virgins can find it difficult to attract men. Most men prefer women who wouldn''t be a


    boringy in the bedroom."


    "Ha-ha-ha..." Nacy burst intoughter as she gave him a thumbs up.


    She could never have imagined that Bruce was hiding such a sharp tongue underneath his serious


    exterior.


    Bonnie gritted her teeth at the curse that was threatening to escape from her lips. Her carefully made-


    up face nched in fury. "I take it then that you are speaking from experience, Mr. Xu. Did you have


    one hell of a time paying Nacy a visit?"


    "Miss Zhong, whether I have or not is none of your business, is it? Only unrefineddies would pry into


    other''s private lives. If you have the time to be concerned about us, I suggest for you to use it into


    learning better manners. You might have more problems getting yourself a man with that attitude,"


    Bruce said.


    "Since you like my ex-husband so much, you have all the chances in the world. After all, he''s single


    again and there wouldn''t be anyone in your way. Why don''t you hurry up and find him?" Nacy added


    sweetly with a smile.


    "You''re a shameless bitch," Bonnie spat, unable to control herself. Her otherwise sweet face contorted


    in fury.


    "Oh, don''t be so angry. You''ll age faster if you keep on frowning like that. Trust me, my ex-husband


    doesn''t like old women. I know his preferences very well." Nacy''s voice was dripping with sarcasm,


    which only fanned Bonnie''s anger.


    Every time Nacy called Simon "ex-husband," Bonnie felt as if freezing water was being poured on her.


    Her chest tightened as she fought to contain her rage.


    "Well… You keep mentioning your ex-husband, Nacy. Do you like talking about him that much? It''s as if


    you want to broadcast your divorce to everyone. No wonder you''re an actress. You''re the queen of


    dramas even in real life. Is it that fun to stir up trouble? Or is it because you want to draw attention to


    yourself? I pity you." Bonnie said, gritting her teeth and looking at Nacy with disdain.


    "As I said earlier, my divorce doesn''t bother me. There are plenty of other men. Why don''t you go to


    Simon instead and ask him if he wants to marry you. If you two get married, I''ll be sure to attend your


    wedding and get you a nice wedding gift. Doesn''t that sound good?" Nacy folded her arms in front of


    her chest and stared back at Bonnie with a challenge in her eyes.


    "Oh, it''ll be my pleasure. I''ll definitely send you the invite," Bonnie hissed. She was hanging on to the


    last thread of herposure and was turning hysterical.


    "I look forward to it then," Nacy said, a cold mocking smile on her lips.


    Bonnie wanted to wipe that smile off Nacy''s face with her own hands. With a dark face, she said


    angrily, "I hope you don''t cry when that dayes!"


    "Why would I cry? My dear, sweet, Bonnie, not all women in the world think the same as you. You can


    go ahead and live your life holding on to your man, but I''m different. I have enough self-respect not to


    attach my value to a man, or anyone else for that matter. Chasing after men, living to please


    them...frankly, I find it…what''s the word…pathetic." Nacy looked straight into Bonnie''s eyes as she said


    thest word.


    Bonnie''s fists tightened at the verbal attack. "It''s clear why Simon divorced you. You are impossible to


    get along with! No one would want a woman such as yourself!" Bonnie said, her voice rising in pitch.


    "You got that part wrong, dear." Nacy shook her finger arrogantly. "He didn''t divorce me; I divorced him.


    Consider him a gift from me."


    Nacy met Bonnie''s contemptuous gaze with her own.


    Bonnie felt as if she really was about to explode. Her hands clenched into fists as blue veins throbbed


    in her forehead. "You say that you don''t love him, but why did you fight me for him in the first ce? We


    were already engaged, so why did you have toe between us? Have you no conscience? You


    divorced him just to save face. You were the one who destroyed your rtionship. Everything that


    happened was your karma. You deserve losing your child!"


    No matter the spiteful words Bonnie threw at Nacy in the past, Nacy had always kept herposure.


    But Bonnie touched something she shouldn''t have this time. Nacy''s face darkened at the mention of


    her lost child.


    Her beautiful eyes emitted a dangerous light as she looked at Bonnie. "And you rejoice that my baby is


    gone?"


    Bonnie was taken aback when she realized what she had just said. Her anger dampened with anxiety,


    thinking that she had to be careful, otherwise she would be found out.


    To outsiders, the loss of Nacy''s baby was an unfortunate miscarriage, but Nacy was no fool. She knew


    that her body''s reaction to the perfume was not natural.


    "What? Cat got your tongue? Keep talking. I''m interested to hear what you have to say." Nacy''s voice


    was cold as her eyes seemed to bore through Bonnie and see into their depths, uncovering all of her


    secrets.


    "What… What does it have to do with me?" Bonnie stammered as if guilt was overtaking her words.


    Since the loss of Nacy''s baby, Bonnie''s sleep had been gued with nightmares. She saw herself


    standing in a dark basement, holding a bloody baby in her hands. She felt its heart beating, the sound


    growing louder and louder until she was woken up, her shirt soaked with cold sweat.


    "Did I ever say that you had anything to do with it? You look pale. What are you so afraid of?" Nacy


    pressed, cornering her with questions. Given how Bonnie was reacting, she was now certain that


    Bonnie had something to do with her miscarriage.


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    Bonnie averted her eyes and countered, "What nonsense are you talking about? Whether your child


    lived or not, it doesn''t have anything to do with me."


    "Of course. I''m sure it doesn''t matter to you." Nacy leaned closer to Bonnie and whispered, "Are you


    sleeping well these days? I hope you''re not having nightmares. People with a filthy conscience burn in


    hell."


    Startled, Bonnie drew back from Nacy and pointed at her with a trembling finger. "You… You''re trying to


    frame me," she said with a shaky voice. "You can''t even protect your own child, and now you try to


    me others for your irresponsibility. Do you even deserve to be a mother?"


    Nacy was quick to respond. The next moment, her hands were around Bonnie''s pointed finger, almost


    twisting it off her hand with the force of her hold. "We''ll see, won''t we. Karma? That''s right. Everyone


    gets their own eventually." Nacy pulled her closer and looked into her eyes as she hissed, "No prayer


    can save you from your demons. Watch out for your own shadows."