“Why, Yana? Why must you always take what's mine? Would you die if you didn't steal my man?"

Yana hadn't anticipated Maggie's sudden onslaught and was knocked to the floor.

Maggie straddled her, raining blows upon her.

“Ouch! Maggie, how dare you hit me?"

“So what? Yana, I've never encountered a woman as despicable and shameless as you!"

Tears streamed down Maggie's face as she vented her pent-up resentment.

Yana, after receiving a couple of blows to the face and having her hair yanked, screamed and hurled insults.

“You pathetic woman, your anger won't change anything! I'll ensure you forever live in my shadow!"

Maggie halted, panting.

"Yana, why are you so smug? You only deserve the men I've cast aside!

“Bitch!" Yana yelled.

"Maggie, if I were in your place, I'd leave this place. Staying here until Sanford evicts you will only shatter your self-esteem!"

Hearing this, Maggie stared at her for a few moments, then released her and stood.

“Yana, you're lying. Sanford isn't involved with you, is he?"

Yana, slightly awkward, rose to her feet.

At Maggie's words, she ceased adjusting her disheveled attire.

"Maggie, I find your naivety pitiful. Despite the evidence, you continue to deny the reality."

Maggie clenched her fists.

“Evidence can be fabricated. I trust him."

She refused to believe that Sanford could betray her.

How could he have sex with the woman she detested the most?

Yana regarded Maggie with a scornful smile.