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But Mason never even spared Miss Taylor a glance the entire time.
Instead, he kept clinging to me, pleading desperately: “Jenna, I’m begging you. Please
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forgive me. Please, don’t leave me.”
Somewhere in the crowd, someone muttered loudly enough for everyone to hear:
“Why bother begging her, Mason? Just divorce her already. What’s the point of being a
rich man if you’re groveling like this?”
That seemed to snap Mason out of his daze. He tightened his grip on my arm, refusing to let go.
Miss Taylor, clearly fed up with his spineless behavior, yanked him back and hissed:
“Mr. Carter, why are you lowering yourself like this for a woman like her?”
“She doesn’t love you or your daughter, and it’s obvious why. Just a few weeks ago, I saw
her with a younger man at a hotel. They were all over each other in the lobby–hugging and
kissing, completely inappropriate! She’s using your money to fund her little affairs. Why are you still holding on to someone like that?”
“If you don’t cut ties with her now, what will Angie think when she grows up and finds out her mom has such a disgraceful private life? She’ll be ruined by her influence!”
The crowd, already enjoying the drama, was stunned into silence. The tension thickened
as people whispered to each other, their eyes darting between Mason, Miss Taylor, and me
And now their stares toward me were laced with judgment.
I had reached my limit.
Without hesitation, I stepped forward, grabbed Miss Taylor by her hair, and delivered two sharp, resounding slaps across her face.
The crowd gasped as her cheeks swelled red almost instantly. She looked at me, wide–eyed, completely stunned.
“You–how dare you hit me?! I’m calling the police! I’ll get a medical report and sue you for everything you’ve got!” she screeched, clutching her face.
I calmly pulled out my phone and dialed the police myself.
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“You don’t need to call. I’ll do it for you,” I said, my tone icy.
“I don’t mind paying for the injuries to your face. But slandering me and defaming my character? That’s going to cost you more than you can afford. Oh, and don’t worry–I’ll m sure you get a criminal record. Let’s see how your future looks after that. Good luck explaining that to your kids when they can’t even apply for a government job because of
you.”
I mimicked her condescending tone, smirking as I added: “How does that sound, Miss
Taylor?”
But instead of backing down, Miss Taylor straightened herself and sneered in defiance.
“Go ahead and call! I’m not scared. Everything I said is true. I saw it with my own eyes.
When the police get here, I’ll say the exact same thing.”
Mason, who had been silent until now, suddenly grabbed Miss Taylor by the shoulders and shook her slightly.
“You saw it? Are you sure? Did you really see it with your own eyes?” he demanded, his
voice sharp.
Miss Taylor faltered for a second, but then quickly regained her composure, her arrogance returning.
“Of course, I did. Why would I lie about something like that? She’s married to a husband
as good as you, and yet she’s out there fooling around. Honestly, it’s pathetic.”
Mason’s expression shifted, and for a moment, something almost gleeful flashed in his eyes. He turned to me, his tone suddenly smug.
“Jenna, don’t forget what’s in our prenuptial agreement. If either of us cheats, the guilty party leaves with nothing.”
His voice grew louder, as if he were announcing his victory to the crowd.
“I don’t care about the company, but the three downtown apartments? The luxury cars in
the garage? And all that money in our joint accounts? Those are mine now.”
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He pulled Miss Taylor into his arms, grinning triumphantly.
“Thank you, Taylor. You’re my lucky charm. Finally, I can get rid of this woman and never have to live under her thumb again. Once the divorce is finalized, we’ll get married. With all that money and those properties, we’ll be set for life.”
Miss Taylor, still nursing her swollen face, seemed momentarily dazed but quickly recovered. Her smugness returned as she added, “If she cheated, why does she still get to keep the company? Mason, if you don’t know how to run it, we can just hire someone to manage it for us.”
Mason froze, his confidence faltering. He didn’t know how to respond.
The truth was simple: the company was my family’s business. Even if I had cheated- which I hadn’t–he didn’t have the skills or authority to take it over.
And I wasn’t about to let him walk away with even a shred of dignity.
I smiled coldly and stepped forward.
“Didn’t you hear what he just said?” I asked, addressing the crowd. “He’s nothing more than a live–in husband. A kept man.”
