I Quit Being a StepMother Novel

Chapter 573 Kate had sent someone to ram Sylvia's car before to give her a warning. But instead of backing off, Sylvia only became more aggressive, making the case go public. Kate worried that it would drag her down, too, so she stopped getting involved. After all, Sylvia had no solid proof of what had happened back then. No matter how much noise she made, it was still just talk. "That madwoman is ruining my life!" Connor had been on edge these past few months. Everywhere he went, people whispered about him. He could barely go outside, let alone socialize.

And Sylvia was like a ghost haunting him. No matter where he went, she would always show up. He had even called the police to report her for stalking, but every time they investigated, they found nothing. The cases were always closed as mere coincidences. Could there really be that many coincidences? He had gone out four times that month and ran into Sylvia each time. He was losing his mind! "I don't care how you do it. You have to make Sawyer help me take care of this. If this keeps up, it'll eventually affect him!" With that, Connor stormed off.

Kate sat in the living room, staring blankly ahead. Everyone saw her as happy and blessed, but only she knew the secret gnawing at her. Since their wedding, Sawyer hadn't touched her once. At first, she thought that he might have had some kind of health issue, but his medical report came back perfectly normal. Whenever she brought it up, he would brush it off, saying that he was just too busy with work and that she was too thin, so he didn't want to tire her out. So Kate began eating more, trying to put on weight. However, Sawyer still showed no reaction.

Kate didn't think that this could go on. She wanted a child to make their family truly complete. But to keep that dream alive, she needed to eliminate anything or anyone that could disrupt it. So, Kate arranged to meet Sylvia. The weekend weather was especially warm. The cafe had already been cleared for Kate's private use. Sylvia looked up as a car pulled up outside. Kate stepped out, and a bodyguard immediately held an umbrella over her. It was barely 30 feet away, yet she still needed someone to hold an umbrella for her. Her every gesture screamed privilege and superiority.

Kate stopped in front of Sylvia, took off her sunglasses, and revealed a pair of eyes that were filled with open disdain. "You've caused enough trouble, don't you think?" She went straight to the point. In the past few months, Sylvia had taken great delight in tormenting Connor. Her appetite and mood had never been better. The business trips and late-night meetings Sawyer often told Kate about were, in reality, dinners and chats with Sylvia. Jackson would sometimes join them, and the three of them would always have a pleasant time. Sylvia looked visibly healthier. "Enough?

How could I ever get enough of making a monster like him suffer?" She had endured years of fear and pain. How could his few months of misery ever suffice as repayment? Kate's eyes gradually turned sharp and full of contempt. "You were just an ordinary college student, and my dad was reputable. To be honest, sleeping with him was the best thing that ever happened to you. Any smart woman would've taken that chance and used it to climb higher. Only an idiot like you would lose her mind." Suddenly, Kate's scream rang out. "Mrs.

Burton!" Sylvia had hurled a cup of hot coffee straight at Kate's face. Kate's bodyguard immediately stepped forward, but Mikayla stopped him. Sylvia rose to her feet, leaned slightly forward, and looked down at Kate, her smile faint. "Ms. Pearson, I hope you can keep smiling like that." That night, Sawyer heard about everything that happened at the cafe. He would remember every single word Kate had said. "Mr. Burton?" Sawyer looked up. "Invite my father-in-law to dinner tomorrow." Winston nodded. "Yes, Mr. Burton." "Let's go home," Sawyer said.

It was time for Connor and Kate to wake up from this dream. Lucia Morh Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she's not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.