You Scorned My Love, So Why Are You Kneeling When I Asked for a Divorce?

Amidst the elegant music, Wendy Wyatt made her dazzling entrance, dressed in a red qipao adorned with a golden phoenix.

She walked with a gait that was both elegant and commanding, her long skirt trailing behind her. Her gaze was fixed forward, resolute, as she strode step by step into the public eye.

The venue fell silent.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes glued to Wendy Wyatt, whose beauty seemed otherworldly.

A single impression crystalized in everyone’s mind:

She was the picture of cool elegance and regal dominance.

This qipao wasn’t gentle and delicate like most. On her, it projected an immensely powerful aura.

Everyone’s eyes were filled with amazement.

After a moment of silence, the audience erupted—

"I was wrong again. Vervain really can’t compare to the class of SH."

"I guarantee you, this qipao is going to be trending tomorrow."

"Who is this model? She’s gorgeous!"

"LMAO, Shirley Sheffield was shining just a moment ago, but standing next to her, she looks completely dull."

Vivian Linton heard the whispers from behind her and felt as if she’d been struck by lightning.

The same went for Shirley Sheffield on the stage.

Both of them stared in disbelief at the perfectly fine Wendy Wyatt, their minds reeling with shock and confusion.

’How is she okay?’

’Didn’t she go to the hospital?’

’Why is she still standing here perfectly fine?’

Vivian Linton whipped her head around, looking in Holly Sinclair’s direction.

She didn’t look at Holly, however. Her eyes were locked on Joanna York, who stood beside her.

Joanna York’s face was pale, and she looked completely baffled.

’I clearly put a laxative in Wendy Wyatt’s cup, and I definitely saw her drink all the water in it. So why is she fine?’

Vivian Linton’s face twisted with rage.

But with Tristan Sterling beside her, she didn’t dare act out.

’She couldn’t figure out what had gone wrong. She’d spent a fortune to bribe Joanna York, only to end up being completely outshone?’

’That bitch Holly Sinclair!’

’She managed to turn a disaster into a triumph again!’

’How is she so damn lucky every single time!’

’But thankfully, I had a backup plan...’

At this thought, Vivian Linton calmed down.

Hope instantly rekindled in her heart.

’As the saying goes, the higher you climb, the harder you fall!’

’Holly Sinclair, Wendy Wyatt.’

’Go ahead and bask in your glory.’

’Soon, you’ll be humiliated in front of the entire country.’

’And you can’t blame me for it.’

’You brought this all on yourselves!!’

Vivian Linton thought viciously.

Tristan Sterling’s and Nathan Fletcher’s eyes were also filled with amazement.

Nathan Fletcher had always seen Wendy Wyatt as a money-grubbing gold digger who only knew how to act cute and flirt with him. He had never seen this cool, commanding side of her.

’Beautiful and badass!’

Tristan Sterling, on the other hand, was stunned by the qipao.

When Holly Sinclair had previously said she was better than Vivian Linton, he had scoffed at her for overestimating herself.

But seeing it today, her work was indeed a cut above Vivian’s.

The models on stage completed their final walk and stopped at the front.

This allowed the guests below to get a closer look.

Wendy Wyatt outshone them all.

There’s no harm without comparison.

Next to Wendy’s golden phoenix, the platinum dragon on Shirley Sheffield’s qipao looked rather petty and unimpressive.

She was completely crushed.

Shirley Sheffield was so furious she nearly ground her teeth to dust.

She subconsciously glanced at Vivian Linton in the audience.

Vivian Linton shot her a look that said, ’Be patient.’

Shirley Sheffield understood immediately.

’That’s right, no need to rush.’

’We still have a "big gift" for that pair of bitches, Holly Sinclair and Wendy Wyatt!’

The two of them simultaneously glanced at the qipao Wendy Wyatt was wearing.

The host was on stage, eloquently introducing the various studios.

As time ticked by, Vivian Linton and Shirley Sheffield grew more and more anxious.

’Why hasn’t the qipao on Wendy Wyatt ripped yet?’

’It’s almost over.’

Vivian Linton quickly gave Shirley Sheffield a look.

Shirley Sheffield understood in a second.

She pretended to suddenly twist her ankle—

"Ah!"

Shirley Sheffield cried out as she fell toward Wendy Wyatt beside her.

Her hands targeted the qipao on Wendy Wyatt’s body, grabbing and yanking at the fabric.

’In her mind, she pictured Wendy Wyatt being "stripped bare," standing exposed before the media and all the guests...’

’Just thinking about it was a thrill!’

However, reality didn’t play out as she had imagined.

The dress on Wendy Wyatt was perfectly intact.

Vivian Linton and Shirley Sheffield were both stunned.

’How could this be?’

’I clearly had someone tamper with Holly Sinclair’s qipao...’

Before Vivian Linton and Shirley Sheffield could even process it, Shirley suddenly felt a chill.

She instinctively looked down.

Her heart nearly stopped.

Her own qipao, due to her lunge toward Wendy Wyatt, had split wide open at the waist.

The audience was in an uproar.

"Oh my god! How did the qipao rip?"

"Oh dear, I think Shirley Sheffield had a wardrobe malfunction..."

"Did the designer from Vervain get kicked in the head by a donkey? The stitchwork is so shoddy. How could they make such an amateur mistake?"

"Tsk~ What a major loss of face."

At the same time, the reporters’ cameras were flashing nonstop. CLICK-CLICK-CLICK.

The flashes of the cameras nearly blinded Wendy Wyatt and the others.

"AHHH!!"

Shirley Sheffield, snapping back to reality, let out a piercing shriek.

Tears instantly streamed down her face as she frantically tried to pull the torn qipao closed.

But it was too late.

The reporters had already taken countless snapshots.

"Shirley!"

Nathan Fletcher took a long stride and jumped onto the stage.

He shoved Wendy Wyatt, who was in his way, to the side.

Caught off guard and wearing stilettos, Wendy Wyatt stumbled from the push, nearly falling off the stage.

"Wendy!"

From the audience, Holly Sinclair sprinted over, grabbing her best friend just in time.

Saved from the fall, Wendy Wyatt looked toward Nathan Fletcher and Shirley Sheffield.

She saw Nathan Fletcher quickly take off his jacket and wrap it around the weeping Shirley Sheffield.

"Nathan... WAHHH..."

Shirley Sheffield huddled in Nathan Fletcher’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably. She felt like she could die from the shame.

Her career was on the rise, but after a scandal like this today, her once-bright future as a star would likely be affected.

’Why did it happen like this?’

’Why me?’

’Shouldn’t that little bitch Wendy Wyatt be the one suffering this shame and humiliation?!’

When Holly Sinclair saw that Nathan Fletcher had almost made Wendy Wyatt fall off the stage, she was so furious she rushed up to confront him without a second thought.

"Apologize!"

She gripped Nathan Fletcher’s sleeve tightly and snapped.

’She could stand being wronged, but her best friend could not.’

"Let go!" Nathan Fletcher’s eyes were ice-cold.

"Apologize to Wendy!"

But Holly Sinclair was stubborn, looking as if she wouldn’t back down until she got what she wanted.

"Does she deserve it?" Nathan Fletcher snorted, shooting a frigid glance at Wendy Wyatt.

That icy gaze made Wendy Wyatt feel a dull ache deep inside, as if it pierced her very organs.

But she put on a radiant smile.

As if she didn’t care at all.

Nathan Fletcher’s expression grew even colder.

Seeing the scene descend into chaos, Sonia Sutton quickly called people over to handle the emergency.

As the atmosphere grew tense and confrontational, Tristan Sterling also stepped onto the stage. He grasped Holly Sinclair’s wrist. "Holly, let go."

Holly didn’t let go, continuing to glare at Nathan Fletcher with deep-seated resentment. "You have to apologize to Wendy!"

The atmosphere froze.

Suddenly, Shirley Sheffield burst out of Nathan Fletcher’s arms.

SLAP!