Chapter – 97

“Maybe I am as simple as you heard. Maybe your instigating me is making me difficult.” She smirked.

“What do you know about him? By becoming his wife, you have just taken a position, not his heart.”

“Where a man's heart is, he comes back to there at night.” Sara Owen said with pride.

Samira Reddy laughed, “Let’s see how many nights you have remained."

She turned back to leave.

“Samira Reddy.”

Hearing Sara Owen’s athletic voice, she turned and looked at her.

“I am not going to count nights. I am his wife, not his mistress.”

“You…” Samira Reddy gritted her teeth and slapped Sara Owen.

Sara Owen raised her head and darted at her with her tearful eyes.

“You don’t seem to belong to a rich family. You don’t have manners nor do you have classiness. It seems that Ricky has picked you up from a charity house and placed in October. What are you proud of? To be his wife?” She snorted.

“At my one blink, he will leave you and marry me. You still don’t know Samira Reddy.”

Sara Owen swall