She Quit Her Family and Found Herself novel Chapter 136

Hulda sneered inwardly.

The difference between being valued and being an afterthought was truly staggering.

In seven years of marriage, Herbert had never once taken her to an industry event, let alone custom-ordered an outfit for her.

But none of that mattered anymore. It didn't spark an ounce of pain, only a dry sense of irony.

Sylvie turned to the associate. "Is my order ready?"

Hearing her name, the associate immediately wheeled over the exact outfit Hulda had been admiring moments ago. "Ms. Sinclair! The ensemble you ordered just arrived via air freight."

Hulda stared at it, momentarily stunned. So *this* was the outfit Herbert had ordered for Sylvie.

Cora Jewell looked the designer piece up and down, her eyes gleaming. "Wow, it's gorgeous. Leave it to my brother to have such impeccable taste."

"Ms. Sinclair, would you like to try it on?" the associate asked.

Sylvie hesitated, glancing at Hulda, then at Cora, before shaking her head. "No need. Just box it up."

By now, Cora had swaggered over to stand right next to Hulda.

"Hulda, instead of staying home to take care of my brother and Miles, you're out here wandering the mall, blowing my brother's money. Have you no shame?"

"I'm spending my own money. It has nothing to do with your brother." Even back when they were married, she had rarely touched Herbert's money.

Thinking of it, she realized she still had two of his supplementary credit cards tucked away somewhere in her wallet. She hadn't used them in years, but she made a mental note to find them and mail them back once the conference was over. She was divorced; there was zero reason for her to still carry them.

"How does it have nothing to do with him?! Every dime you have comes from my brother!" Cora snapped, refusing to drop it.

Hulda checked her watch. Her lunch break was practically over, but the boutique's payment terminal was glitching, refusing to process her card.

Staying any longer would just waste precious time and subject her to more of Cora's screeching.

"Forget it. I don't want the clothes," Hulda told the cashier, turning on her heel to leave.

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