Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect

With a sarcastic expression, Yoselin said, "Donna, if you want Yasmine to forgive you, it's not impossible. How about you kneel and apologize? Just give in in front of everyone today and promise never to bother her again."

"No way. I'm not kneeling to her," Donna exclaimed, eyes wide. She thought, 'Kneel and apologize to Yasmine in front of everyone? To that bitch?"

Yasmine stepped closer to Donna, smiling calmly, "Alright then, I'll personally escort you to the detention center. Someone like you is already in prison, and I won't let your cousin Morgan off the hook either."

"You're... You're clearly threatening me," Donna stammered, her face turning red.

With tears in her eyes, Claire turned to Aunt Ivette. "Ivette, look at your niece. We're family, so how can she make Donna kneel and apologize?"

Aunt Ivette was about to speak, but Uncle Jared pulled her back, placing her behind him. "Netta, when your daughter did all those things, did she remember we were family? And now she does? If Yasmine said to kneel and apologize, then that's what should happen. Otherwise, if Caleb gets taken away again right after being released, do you think Christine can handle that?"

"Uncle Jared, I'm your niece too. How can you only stand up for her?" Tears began to fall from Donna's eyes. "Donna. Kneel," Claire ordered sternly.

Donna was shocked, unable to believe it. "Mom, are you really telling

"You made a mistake. Kneel and apologize."

me to kneel?"

Everyone knew Christine's affection for Caleb was unmatched. If he got into trouble again because Donna refused to apologize, Christine wouldn't forgive her. As everyone's eyes zeroed in on Donna, Claire stepped up and pressed her shoulders down. "Donna," she said sternly, "are you looking for trouble?"

Donna felt as if she'd been struck by lightning. Slowly, she knelt down, tears spilling from her eyes. "I'm sorry," she whispered, kneeling before Yasmine, the person she loathed the most.

Yasmine gave her a chilly glance and stayed silent. Yoselin snickered, "Who are you apologizing to, the mosquitoes?"

Feeling helpless, Donna pinched her own thigh hard. "I'm sorry, Yasmine. I shouldn't have wronged you like that."

Tears welled up in Claire's eyes too. "Isn't that enough?" she asked, her voice tinged with emotion.

"And make sure I never see you again," Yasmine declared firmly.

Donna nodded vigorously. "I... I promise you'll never see me again."

"Just remember what you said," Yasmine reminded, gesturing for them to leave.

Claire gently lifted her daughter, wiping away her tears. "Let's go Donna," she said, seething with hatred for the Sanchez family, particularly Yasmine.

With Claire's support, Donna left the Sanchez residence, her mind engraved with the memory of kneeling. Even in the car, she seethed, "Mom, I'll never forget how humiliated we were, trampled like that. I won't let her off the hook." Claire gripped her daughter's hand, whispering reassurance, "I won't let her off either, Donna."

At the Sanchez house, Aunt Ivette beamed at Yoselin. "You must be Ms. Yoselin Russell, right? You should visit us often." She

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mused to herself, Such an attractive girl, and from the Russell family. If only she could be with Morgan... Feeling a bit uneasy under her gaze, Yoselin edged closer to Yasmine. "Sister Yasmine," she murmured. "Aunt Ivette, Yoselin will," Yasmine assured, gently squeezing Yoselin's hand.

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Uncle Jared picked up on Yonas's unease and, taking Aunt Ivette's hand, they started to leave. "Yasmine, we're heading back," he said, and both Aunt Ivette and Uncle Jared departed.

Morgan gave a warning, his voice cold, "Yasmine, Donna won't behave herself, be careful."

"I will, Morgan. Are you heading to the office?" Yasmine inquired.

"The office needs all hands on deck right now. I'll be home later, Morgan replied before leaving.novelbin

Once everyone else had left, just Yoselin and Yasmine remained in the house. Bursting with excitement, Yoselin hugged Yasmine tightly. "Yasmine, I've missed you so much! I've wanted to visit for ages, but Grandpa wouldn't let me out. I finally got the chance this time." "Did you sneak out?" Yasmine asked, handing her a coconut custard from the fridge.

With a proud smile, Yoselin exclaimed, "Not this time. I made a deal with a therapist this time."

"A deal?" Yasmine raised an eyebrow.

Yoselin nodded affirmatively. "Grandpa and my brother got me loads of therapists, but I refused to cooperate with any of them. I just didn't want to. But this one was different. We worked out a deal-I agreed to his treatment if he promised to get me out."

Yasmine gave Yoselin a comforting look. "Still having nightmares lately?" she asked gently.

"Yasmine, when you're not here, I feel really anxious. Even at home, my heart just won't stop racing, and I end up shutting myself in, avoiding everyone. But when you're around, I feel calm and can actually talk." Yoselin said, taking a bite of her coconut custard.

Yasmine had always been aware of how much Yoselin depended on her. Initially, she saw this reliance as crucial for treating Yoselin's psychological issues. But now, she was questioning whether this dependency was actually beneficial. She wondered 'After her emotional wounds heal, could her dependence on me become new problem?'

"Yoselin, are you happy these days?" Yasmine asked, looking at her attentively.

"Yeah, I guess I'm happy," Yoselin mumbled, her enthusiasm fading. Putting aside her coconut custard, she confessed, "Honestly, not really, Yasmine. Every night, I have to lock all the windows and doors before I sleep. Nightmares haunt me, leaving me with this intense urge to cry and even harm myself."

Yasmine's expression hardened as she tugged up Yoselin's sleeves. Her arms were a tapestry of scars-deep wounds from her own nails, some healed into scars, while others were still red and fresh.

Yasmine's heart skipped a beat, noticing the wounds were completely unattended. With a determined expression, she picked up the medical kit and silently began treating Yoselin's injuries. Feeling Yasmine's anger, Yoselin apologized, "I'm sorry, I just can't help myself."

Yasmine's hand trembled slightly as she became more cautious, asking, "Didn't those therapists do any good?"

Yoselin shook her head, saying, "I get scared just seeing them." Every time, she would purposely act resistant but was secretly afraid.

"Does Yonas know about this? What about your grandpa?" Yasmine asked gently, worried.

Yasmine, Yoselin had always seemed like little sundresses, her fair and delicate skin

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cherished child, cared for since she was young. She recalled Yoselin wearing now marred with scars She wondered if they'd ever fade.

"They don't know, and I don't want them to worry," Yoselin responded.

Yasmine was frustrated yet amused. "You know this will only make them more worried, right? When did this all start?" She remembered Yoselin didn't have these issues before, so why was she harming herself now? Yoselin thought for a moment. "I guess it started on the

third day after left the Sanchez residence."

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