Chapter 995

“Carlos, I don’t feel well. Can we go home?”

Debbie remembered she used to talk to Carlos like this too. Instead of his name, she would call him

honey or old man.

She couldn’t believe that another woman was now calling his name, hugging him, and being spoiled by

him just Like how it had been between them before.

The happiness she had felt from their shared moment earlier vanished.

Maybe, men were born Liars; they were just incapable of faithfulness

Debbie watched Carlos hold Stephanie and put her into his car.

Tears welled up in her eyes. She leaned her head back to keep them from falling. She could feel pain

enveloping her entire body, her heart shattering into a million pieces. She could feel her whole world

collapsing before her. She could cry all she wanted and she could mope around all day if she wanted,

but now was not the time. She clenched her fists, gathered herself, and turned to Megan. Her face

twisted into what she intended to be a smile.

“Megan, I haven’t seen you in so Long.

Why, what have you been busying yourself with? Still being a home wrecker?”

Three years had passed. Megan was still the same Megan. She frowned at what Debbie had said and

tried to explain, “No, I think you have it wrong. It was me who called Uncle Carlos. I asked him to come

and pick up Aunt Stephanie.”

“Aunt Stephanie…*

It seemed Like a regular thing to say, but it hit Debbie like a truck.

Debbie used to be the person Megan referred to as her aunt, but now it was Stephanie.

Debbie already braced herself for Megan, but nothing she did could prepare her for realizing that she

wasn’t anyone in Carlos’ life right now. No one referred to her as aunt because she was nobody!

Debbie wasn’t sure if Megan purposely said that to spite her. Still, she had to admit the girl had made

quite some progress over the past three years.

Carlos closed the door after putting Stephanie in the car. Debbie’s eyes had reddened. She refused to

look at him, afraid that the tears would fall. Debbie sneered at Megan, “I don’t care what you say.

You’re still the same, old manipulative lying woman that you were three years ago. I thought that by

now you’d have found yourself some new target.

You know, make someone else’s life miserable. Oh, by the way, are you still living off Carlos and

Wesley like the leech that you were? Are you that pathetic and desperate that you don’t know how to

Live on your own?” Debbie’s friends were stunned by how brutal Debbie was being. She seemed to

have grown a tougher shell from those three years

However, one thing about Debbie remained the same-if she was unhappy everybody else was going to

know about it.

That was a great job letting Megan know. The girl’s face was white as a sheet.

“Debbie!” Carlos warned.

Instead of cowering in fear, Debbie smiled as she looked at him.

“Yes,

Carlos? What is it? Did I say something wrong? You may have lost your memory, but I didn’t. Three

years ago, you sent this manipulative, blood-sucking leech abroad and told her never to come back. So

what the hell is she doing here? Are you really going to wait until she pulls off whatever plan she has

and have the same thing happen all over again?”

Before Carlos could respond, Debbie glared at Megan and spoke in a threatening tone.

“I’m warning you. If you have anything planned, you will not only be sent away this time. I’ll make sure

you never see any of your friends or family ever again!”

Megan burst into tears. She grabbed Debbie’s hand and begged, “You misunderstand me. I won’t do

anything against you from now on. I’tL focus on school. Lockup is a horrible place. I don’t want to go

there ever again. Can you please not send me back there? For Uncle Carlos?”