Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 1891

"Laurel, you're missing the point," Mia fumed, glaring at her friend. "If Asher is your enemy, you should eat everything in his pantry and bankrupt him. That's how you get revenge."

Laurel replied flatly, "I couldn't eat that much in ten lifetimes."

"Then have his kid!" Mia countered, exasperated by her lack of fighting spirit. "The kid will grow up, marry, and have a grandchild to eat his food. That grandchild will have great-grandkids. With a whole army eating his food, how could you not bankrupt him?"

"I will never have his child," Laurel said firmly.

The women fell silent. Mia sighed. "Honestly, if it hadn't happened so suddenly, I wouldn't have wanted a kid either." But the sweetie had quietly knocked on her door when she least expected it. Since he was already here, she had no choice but to welcome her little treasure.

Annie looked at the baby girl in Laurel's arms. "I didn't have Lizzy because I love Conner. I had her mainly for my sister's sake."

"I haven't had any yet," Milka chimed in, though she knew it was only a matter of time.

The conversation drifted from kids to married life. Nobody was perfect, husbands were bound to be annoying, and wives were bound to gather and complain.

Even Laurel subconsciously muttered, "I can't stand the smell of smoke on Asher. It gives me a headache every time."

Asher had noticed that whenever she got close to him, she would frown and try to pull away. Assuming she was resisting him, he used his own twisted methods to force her closer.

After everyone took a turn complaining, Mia spoke up. "Ladies, I know it's not easy. Just endure it for the rest of this year. Next year, I'll have my law license. I need to handle a few cases during my internship to become a full-fledged lawyer. If you all divorce next year, bring your cases to me. I won't even charge you attorney fees, and I guarantee I'll maximize your settlements."

A few moments earlier, Henry had been tossed out of the room after getting a light swat on the behind from his dad for trying to grab a wine glass. Hearing his mother's grand speech, the little human microphone immediately slipped into the men's room. Standing proudly next to his father, he tilted his adorable head and announced, "Dad, Mom says she's getting a divorce next year."

Andre paused mid-sip.

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