I Returned to the Day He Brought His First Love Home-Chapter 42: You’re Just a Forsaken Woman

"Hah, Caleb Forrest. You didn’t want me to go out and get a job for *my* own good?"

"I was at home doing laundry, cooking, and waiting on your mother. How was any of that easier than working?"

"We’re already divorced, so stop with the nauseating comments. It makes you sound pathetic and childish."

As for the man Caleb Forrest was talking about, if thinking that way made him feel better, Grace Winslow wasn’t going to bother correcting him.

’To trash, everything looks like trash.’

She didn’t need to stoop to his level and explain.

Having gotten what she wanted, Grace Winslow turned and left.

When she returned and handed the IOU to May Callahan, May froze. "Why did you deliver the IOU? Did Caleb Forrest give you any trouble?"

"No. What right does he have to give me trouble?" Grace Winslow shook her head.

Seeing that Grace Winslow didn’t seem to have been mistreated, May Callahan finally breathed a small sigh of relief.

Grace Winslow had to go to the workshop that afternoon to teach the clerks there how to organize their files and records. After lunch, she took a quick nap, then headed over right on time, a little after one.

The workshop at the textile factory was staffed mostly by women.

Previously, vicious rumors about Grace Winslow had been running rampant.

But after she’d raised a fuss in the dorms, and with Faye Lowell fanning the flames, everyone now knew about Ivy White’s dirty laundry. As a result, no one was gossiping about Grace Winslow anymore.

It was just that, no matter how you looked at it, she was still the woman whose man had been stolen, so people’s gazes held a certain amount of pity.

Grace Winslow found this somewhat baffling.

However, she was here to work, not to play the victim, so she paid no mind to their sympathetic looks. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

She was confident, beautiful, and personable, and she spoke with clarity and logic.

In just one afternoon, she had already hit it off with most of the people in the workshop.

The workshop clerks’ workload was particularly heavy. Their tasks were numerous and trivial, and many had started the job with no prior experience, essentially learning as they went. When Grace Winslow offered them some pointers and guidance, it was a moment of sudden enlightenment for them.

After Grace Winslow had been visiting the workshops for a week, the clerks from the various sections were all on good terms with her.

Occasionally, they would bring up the whole messy affair with Ivy White and Caleb Forrest.

The word was that Caleb Forrest had originally planned to get Ivy White a job in the workshop.

He had even pulled all the necessary strings and secured a position for her.

But he changed his mind at the last minute.

Now, Ivy White was living at his house. The two of them weren’t hiding their relationship anymore and were openly together.

Ivy White would occasionally bring lunch to Caleb Forrest’s office, and sometimes she would even go out of her way to flaunt it in front of Grace Winslow.

With a delicate smile, Ivy White blocked Grace Winslow’s path. "Grace, Caleb and I are together now. He’s so good to me. He can’t bear the thought of me wearing myself out at a job, so he has me stay home every day. He wants me to be a pampered lady of leisure. You don’t hate me for this, do you?"

Every word she spoke was a blatant attempt to show off.

Grace Winslow merely glanced at her. "A live-in maid who doesn’t get a salary? What’s there to be envious of? A lady of leisure, you say?"

"Don’t you know that real ladies of leisure don’t do any work themselves? They have servants to wait on them."

"Ivy White, if you don’t have a brain, you should keep your mouth shut. Talk less. Otherwise, if the things you just said were reported to the right people, you’d be in a world of trouble."

At these words, Ivy White’s face went pale, and she stumbled back a few steps.

Seeing Grace Winslow about to walk away, she couldn’t hold back. In a low, hateful voice, she hissed, "Grace Winslow, what are you so smug about? No matter how great you are, you still got dumped by Caleb, didn’t you?"

"You’re just a cast-off wife that nobody wants! Even if you manage to get married again, you’ll never find a man better than Caleb!"

"So why are you putting on an act for me?"

Grace Winslow stopped in her tracks and turned her head to look at Ivy White.

Seeing the vicious, triumphant expression on Ivy White’s face, a memory from her past life flashed through her mind: this very woman, standing before her hospital bed, pulling away her oxygen mask and saying those words.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Grace Winslow raised her hand and brought it down in a vicious slap across Ivy’s face.