Zoe wasn't interested in engaging in banter and attempted to shut the door on Jocelyn's face.
However, Jocelyn prevented the door from closing by placing her foot against it. "Not now, let's talk, shall we?"
"What is there to talk about between us?" Zoe questioned coldly.
"I genuinely don't understand you. Despite being so miserable, you still refuse to divorce him?" Jocelyn open the door, leaning against it triumphantly.
Zoe's expression remained impassive as she confronted Jocelyn. Refuse to divorce? The statement momentarily stunned her, her fists clenching involuntarily. "What a joke. If I were you, I'd be eager to divorce too. Do you honestly think I believe your lies?"
Her words belied her inner uncertainty.
"Suit yourself. Now move aside," Zoe commanded.
"You might not know, but Evan's mother has accepted me. She said once you two are divorced, she'll arrange for us to marry immediately," Jocelyn ignored Zoe's request, a victorious smile reappearing on her face.
Recalling Claire mentioning 'Jocelyn' being pregnant, Zoe already knew that. It didn't surprise her, given Claire's eagerness to have grandchildren.
"Oh," Zoe responded indifferently.
"Tsk tsk, let's see how much longer you can hold out," Jocelyn sneered before casting a disdainful glance at Zoe and strutted away in her high heels.
Zoe found the whole scene comical – pregnant yet dressed in towering heels and heavy makeup. As she scrutinized Jocelyn, her gaze fell upon the earrings hanging from Jocelyn's earlobe, and her face blanched.
"Stop!"
At the sound of Zoe's command, Jocelyn halted and pivoted.
Before she could mock Zoe, she was met with the sight of a pale-faced woman charging towards her.
Zoe seized her earring and tugged, pulling Jocelyn in for a closer look.
Unsteady in her high heels, Jocelyn winced in pain and nearly stumbled from the force. Clutching at the wall for support, she snapped, "Are you insane?!"
Upon closer inspection, the earrings were intricate silver pieces adorned with dazzling sapphires that shimmered with elegant radiance, exuding an aura of nobility.
These were the very earrings she had lost!
She held up the earring, her throat quivering, "This! Where did you get this?"
This earring belonged to her mother! It was her most cherished piece that she loved to wear when she was alive.
When the earrings disappeared half a year ago, she had frantically searched the entire house for it to no avail.
Evan had dismissed her concerns, saying, "It's just a earrings. I can buy you a hundred more."
Zoe had grieved over its loss for days.
Jocelyn shoved Zoe away roughly, rubbing her earlobe as she complained, "What are you doing? You're hurting me, these are my earrings!"
Zoe's lunged forward again with eyes rimmed with red, , shrieking, "That's mine!"
"How can it be yours? Evan gave it to me! Stop doing this!"
Jocelyn covered her ears and the earrings with her hand, preventing Zoe from touching it. Zoe tugged at Jocelyn's sleeve, trying to retrieve it.
Zoe mustered all her strength and finally managed to pull down one of Jocelyn's hands, seizing the earring and yanking it so forcefully that it broke into two pieces.
Jocelyn let out a piercing, heart-wrenching scream.
Zoe froze, releasing Jocelyn and staring blankly at the broken earring pieces in her palm.
Blood trickled from Jocelyn's ear as she glared at Zoe with rage, "What are you doing? You're snatching it by force! You've made me bleed; you'll pay for this!"
Without a word, Zoe abruptly raised her hand and landed a fierce slap on Jocelyn's face, the impact numbing her palm.
The force of the slap jolted Jocelyn's head to the side, and she shrieked in disbelief, "Ah! You bitch! How dare you hit me!" Her hair disheveled, she looked like a madwoman as she lunged at Zoe.
