One man got up and kicked her to the ground and then the other men joined him.
Yeliz shuddered and curled up on the floor, her head in her arms, her eyes dull and hollow, like a skeleton.
"You'll regret. He won't let you go... He's my husband!"
"Bah, really?"
The caretaker, who had also been annoyed by Yeliz over the years, grabbed her by the hair and forced her to watch the TV.
"See! That's Zachary Leinster's wife! Look carefully. Which bit of your entire body can compare to her?!"
Yeliz was sprawling in a pile of rotten vegetable leaves, her body full of bruises.
With the messy hair, she stared at the TV blankly.
On the TV, Yvonne, whose hair was as black as ink, was wearing a luxurious long dress as well as an elegant and beautiful smile. She was handing a bottle of mineral water to Zachary who had just finished playing the basketball game.
Yvonne had also changed a lot. She was now more feminine and stunning than before.
