Too Good for You: The Ex-Wife You Lost novel Chapter 3

Clifford fumed, "This is insane! Zayne's your son. How long are you going to keep this up!"

Before Noelle could answer, Zayne's wails came through the line. "I don't want Mom to take me to school, and I don't want to eat the breakfast she prepares either! I want to ride to school in your car, Dad!"

Noelle laughed outright. "Did you hear that, Clifford? Your son doesn't need me, so I'd suggest you think carefully about what I told you last night. Your time is running out."

With that, she decisively ended the call as a heavy, gloomy silence settled in her chest. After all the love and care she poured into raising Zayne, she might have been better off raising a stray dog.

She decided to browse other stores when a clear, mocking voice sounded behind her. "Well, well, if it isn't Mrs. Fuller? Shouldn't you be at home attending to Mr. Fuller and Mr. Zayne? What brings you out shopping?"

Noelle turned around as her cool, detached gaze fell on Lola. The latter stood beside a woman dressed in trendy, youthful attire with countless shopping bags dangling from her wrists.

In comparison, Noelle's two modest bags seemed almost pitiful.

Lola stepped closer with a sultry smile on her face. "Mrs. Fuller, is this about what Zayne said yesterday? Did it hurt you so much you decided to dress yourself up?"

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and feigned a look of pity. "Unfortunately, a 26-year-old woman can't compete with a 21-year-old. A woman loses her value once she's past 25."

Noelle's expression stayed the same as a cold smile tugged at her lips. "What's wrong? Are you not planning to make it to 26 yourself?"

Lola's eyes flashed with fury. "How dare you!" But she swallowed the rest of her words, aware of the friend standing behind her.

Leaning close to Noelle's ear, Lola whispered, "Old hag, it's pointless, no matter how you dress up. Clifford hasn't touched you in ages, has he? But he couldn't get enough of me last night…"

Noelle took one step back, swung her arm, and sent a hard slap across Lola's face.

"Ah!" Lola shrieked as her friend rushed forward to steady her and shout at Noelle, "What's wrong with you? Are you crazy?"

Flexing her wrist, Noelle stared at Lola calmly as she said, "That was for your filthy mouth. Lola, if you love stealing others' husbands and children so much, you can have them."

"Don't worry. I don't recycle trash. Also, feel free to whine to Clifford because I recorded every word you said." She lifted her phone.

Intimidated by Noelle, Lola dared not take another step forward. All Lola could do was clutch her cheek, swallowing her rage.

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