Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 523

Sydney’s eyes flicked back to the diamond brooch with a mixture of greed and resentment. She sighed, her voice soft and pitiful. “Melvin treats you so well. I wish I had a big brother like him.”

Sarah gave her a sweet, almost innocent smile. “Well… you might as well keep dreaming. Your mom can’t just pop out a brother for you. Unless… maybe your dad…” She paused dramatically, then widened her eyes as if she’d just said something scandalous. “Kidding! Just joking!”

Sydney’s temples throbbed with anger.

How dare she say that about my father?

Sarah had never talked like this before. But that was fine. Sydney told herself that Sarah would get what was coming to her soon enough.

While Sydney was still fuming, Sarah ducked into the fitting room to check the gown she was wearing.

The stitching along the waistline had been tampered with.

It looked fine now, but in about thirty minutes, the seam would burst wide open—humiliating her in front of everyone.

Sarah’s eyes darkened.

She swapped the gown for a similar one and glanced toward the dress Sydney had been eyeing earlier.

The couture dress.

Sarah smiled.

The one who tries to set the trap… often ends up in it.

She walked back into the room and caught Sydney staring longingly at the dress.

“Do you want to wear it?” Sarah asked casually, her tone light.

Sydney’s eyes lit up. “Can I?”

Sarah tossed her the dress. “Of course.”

Sydney hurried to change, barely containing her excitement. Once she saw herself in the mirror, her face glowed with satisfaction.

This dress was far more elegant than the one she’d come in. And once they arrived at Grandor Theatre, she was sure she’d outshine Sarah completely.

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Grandor Theatre was the largest opera house in East Coast.

Mr. Ferguson was a legend in the opera world; every one of his performances sold out.

Just securing a private box took significant effort and connections.

As soon as Sarah stepped into their reserved box, she immediately understood why Sydney had gone to all this trouble.

They weren’t alone.

A third person was already inside.

Benjamin White.

Sarah’s lips curved into a faint, cold smile. “If you dragged me here just to meet him, then I’ll take my leave. I have better things to do.”

Benjamin’s expression immediately shifted to cold hostility. “Who the hell do you think you are?” he sneered. “You know exactly what your aunt wants. Don’t act like you don’t. Let’s be real here—you’re just a divorced woman. I’m willing to give you a chance. That’s a damn blessing for someone like you.”

Sarah let out a sharp laugh. “Ah.”

The single syllable dripped with disdain.

Sydney’s eyes lit up with amusement. “Sarah, don’t take it to heart. Benji didn’t mean it like that. He was just… talking nonsense.” She gave an exaggerated pout and leaned closer. “Come on, don’t be mad.”

Sarah tilted her head, eyes glinting. “Maybe you should worry about yourself instead of me.”

Sydney froze. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

A chill ran down her spine.

Something was wrong.

Her shoulders suddenly felt cool.

She glanced down—and saw it.

The seams on her dress—the custom couture dress she’d been so thrilled to wear—had split wide open across the back.

Her shoulders were exposed. Worse, the fragile stitching along the back had completely unraveled, leaving much of her back exposed.