Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 153

She told me that Zora had been super resistant at first, questioning Jaylan why. But Jaylan gave her a

good beating. He seemed pretty heated!

Clara confidently said that a video of the incident must exist somewhere. I urged her to stay calm. In

fact, I wanted to tell her to stay as far away from Jaylan as possible. But if I did, it could set off a chain

of reactions too big for me to handle. So, I dropped the idea and kept my mouth shut.

At the end of the day, she made it all happen. After all, she threw herself at him from the get-go. That

was not something I could have stopped.

I decided to take a backseat and watch the drama unfold. What surprised me was how quickly Marissa

dug her own grave, which was way faster than I'd anticipated.

On Friday, my friends and I had just finished at the sauna, planning to grab dinner at a local diner. But

just as we stepped out, we happened to watch a spectacle right on the street.

A group of feisty women surrounded a luxury car, dragging out a woman from it.

The woman seemed to have just stepped out of the car when those women caught her. She tried to

scramble back into the vehicle, but they wouldn't let her.

Holy shit! We took a closer look and recognized the woman under attacked was Marissa.

At that time, she was hopelessly outnumbered and pulled to the ground. A woman as large as a grizzly NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

bear sat on her, swinging her fists left and right.

Janice pointed to the woman with the fists of fury and said, "Aaliyah, look! That's Hertha."

Hearing that, I focused on Hertha, who was surprisingly strong for her size. Her blows were fast and

accurate. The thud of her fists on flesh was enough to make anyone wince.

The luxury car, however, had long since sped off amidst the chaos while Hertha was hitting her like

crazy.

Marissa was screaming desperately and thrashing about. Initially, she kept reaching out to scratch

Hertha on her, trying to fight back, but eventually, she lost the strength to resist and was left at Hertha's

mercy.

Hertha having brought a group with her, but none of them could get a chance to hit. But they were busy

capturing the brawl on their phones.

After a flurry of hits, the fight was over. Marissa was left whimpering on the ground as Hertha stood

triumphantly over her.

Hertha wasn’t done, though. She commanded her followers, "Come on, ladies, isn't she a whore? Strip

her! Let everyone have a good look at her sluttish body!"

Her followers jumped into action. Some of them pressed Marissa and some tearing her clothes off quite

skillfully. Without a sweat, they’ve stripped Marissa bare. She was smart enough to keep her face

covered.

Standing with her hands on her hips, Hertha pointed at Marissa and yelled, "Come have a look,

everybody. This slut lures men away from their wives, offering herself up after just a couple of drinks.

She's an old hand in seducing men. She seduced one married man, had an illegitimate child with him,

and ripped that man off. She then hooked up with other men. Let's see her face, too, so you can all

avoid her in case she tries to steal your men!”

The women in the crowd got angry and nodded in agreement, "She's shameless! She deserves a good

beating! She had it coming, a slut!"

Upon Hertha's command, one of them kicked Marissa's arms away, revealing her tear-streaked and

twisted face. Marissa twisted and turned, shouting, "Let go of me. You'll pay for this!"

Hertha, like a predator, landed a powerful slap across Marissa's face. I instinctively flinched.

"Pay for this, huh? You taste what it feels like first, you goddamned whore! You thought I was like the

wives of the men you’ve seduced before, all bark and no bite? Today, I'll teach you a fucking lesson

today. Let's see if you dare mess with other women's husbands again."

Janice nudged me, suppressing her laughter.

I looked at Janice, confused, and asked, "Is she throwing shade at me for being all bark and no bite?"

Geneva and Catherine, standing next to us, burst into laughter at this.