Beyond the Divorce

I instinctively looked up and found the woman holding the hanger glaring at me arrogantly. "I saw this dress first."
"But I got it first," I replied calmly.
"So what?" she sneered. I saw it, so others can only take it if I don't want it anymore."
I assessed the woman before me. Her long, wavy hair gathered on one side, and her face was dolled in makeup. Her features were defined, proving that she had gotten something done on her face in the past. Her slightly upturned eyes
suggested a cunning personality.
She wore a long yellow dress, had a limited edition designer bag on her arm, and carried a strong scent of perfume that lacked taste despite her stylish appearance. The light purple dress would not match her dull skin tone at all.
Behind her stood a tall man with his eyes fixed on my face, and when our eyes met, he quickly offered a slight smile.
I withdrew my gaze, looked at the woman before me, and casually asked, "Are you sure you want this dress?"
Noticing my scrutiny, she asked, "What are you looking at? Let go."
The man stepped forward at this time. "Vicky, why don't we look at other styles?"
"Why? I want this one." The stubborn woman showed no intention of backing down, and she tightened her grip on the hanger.
I instantly let go.
Perhaps due to her excessive force, she stumbled backward when I let go without warning. Fortunately, the man behind her caught her to stop her from falling. "Hey"
I shrugged, saying casually, "It's all yours."
Then I turned away coldly.
The woman snuggled comfortably into the man's arms, seemingly seizing the opportunity as she complained, "Melvern, she did it on purpose."
The man paid no attention to her but immediately stopped me. "Miss, thank you. Or... you can ask the sales assistant for other options."
"Sorry, I don't like wearing the same outfit as others," I said casually and walked away.
The sales assistant followed me
with some regret, smiling and suggesting, "Miss, how about looking at other styles in the same color series? They all have creative designs."
"Thank you, but it's fine."
I politely declined and was about to leave, but the stubborn woman muttered without politeness, "The clothes here are all limited edition. I don't think she can afford them.
Look at her outfit, so tacky
I turned around and glanced at her theatrically annoyed face, and I noticed that she was now rolling her eyes at me.
"I don't want to wear anything from the same brand as someone with no taste," I said, finally walking out of the store.
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Why did I encounter people like her everywhere? After looking aroundm different stores and finding no styles that caught my eye, I reluctantly settled for a few scarves and Visit Novelxo.org to read the latest chapter of this novel
headed to the checkout counter.
What I bought didn't matter. What mattered was that I needed to make the payment.
At the checkout counter, several customers were waiting to pay. I quietly stood by, observing the cashier inside.
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There, efficiently handling payments,
was a woman in her thirties. I wasn't sure if she was Annika at first, but NO when she looked up, I was convinced I had the right person. She had beautiful eyes that could charm anyone. Visit Novelxo.org to read the latest chapter of this novel
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As she took another bill and swiftly
collected payment, Jobserved herm Went, interactions with the customers. I handed over my bill when no one was
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However, another arm appeared before me, passing a piece of paper to Annika.