The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Anya cried as she shook her head woefully. “No! I didn’t... Stop slandering me, Corinne! I swear, I only went for a drive and
nothing more this morning. You seriously have to stop accusing me of things I didn’t do!”
Corinne expected her to react like that. “Tell me, Miss Anya. Between you and me, who is slandering whom? You were even
willing to sacrifice Jeremy, the person you purportedly love the most, to destroy me. There seems to be no end to just how
ruthless you can be!”
After thinking it over, the only way for Anya to get out of this was to use the victim card since she lacked both logic and evidence.
She quickly pretended to be on the verge of having a meltdown. “That’s enough! Please, stop. I swear I didn’t do any of the
things you accused me of doing. I promise I won’t ever try to steal Jeremy away from you again, so please just stop all this! Have
some mercy, Corinne. I... I... Okay, how about I slap myself? Will that make you forgive me? Will that make you hate me less?”
Without waiting for Corinne’s answer, she started slapping herself. Left and right. Left and right. Left and right. The slappings and
her tears were seemingly endless.
Corinne hated nothing more than a person who resorted to crying when they knew they were about to lose the fight. Thus, she
did not feel any pity for Anya at all.
However, Anya was still the pampered little princess in the Rivera household, so both Cedric and Beatrice could not bear to see
her cry. It was obvious they would still love her, accept her, and forgive her no matter what she did wrong.
Lucas looked at Anya with conflicted feelings. On one hand, he hated nothing more than a lying, scheming person. On the other
hand, Anya was still his sister. Even though he no longer liked or admired her as before, he still held a hint of sibling love toward
her.
Then again, as much as he could not bear to see Anya slapping herself to the point of her cheeks turning bright red, it was not
strong enough to overturn all the resentment he felt toward her for all the things she did to Corinne. Thus, he said nothing to stop
her.
As Anya’s mother, Phoebe hurt the most to see her daughter acting like that. She quickly went up to stop her from slapping
herself. “Anya, why are you doing this? So what if Corinne doesn’t like you? You still have your family who loves you. Stop
slapping yourself now. It pains me to see you like this!”
Anya shook Phoebe off before crying and slapping herself even harder. “Leave me alone! Corinne’s not going to stop slandering
me until she sees I’ve suffered enough. I don’t want Grandpa, Grandma, and Lucas to be disappointed in me because of what

she said. If slapping myself will make Corinne happy, I won’t stop until she tells me to stop!”
Phoebe started sobbing, too. “Oh, Anya...”
Then, as if being inspired by her daughter, she started slapping herself as well. “Miss Corinne, are you doing this as revenge
because I spoke badly about you to Anya’s grandparents? You should take out your anger on me instead of my daughter! You’ve
already stolen the man she loves most in this life away from her, so what more do you want?! I beg of you... Please stop hurting
my daughter.”
At that moment, Cedric, Beatrice, and Lucas felt unimaginably overwhelmed by the sounds of Phoebe and Anya crying and
slapping themselves.
The servants had never seen something like this in all the 10 or 20 years they had been working for the Riveras. They could not
help but be awed by Corinne’s capability of bringing down Phoebe and Anya in front of Cedric and Beatrice.
“That’s enough! Stop making a fool of yourself this instant!” roared Lucas.
Only then did Phoebe and Anya stop slapping themselves. They looked at Lucas, trembling.
Anya’s eyes were completely swollen and red by then. “Lucas...” she cried out to him hoarsely.