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Spencer felt a sharp pang in his chest, a dull ache that made it hard to breathe. His silence
was broken by a pitiful hand reaching out, grabbing his wrist. “Spencer, it’s all my fault. I
had no idea she was coming over tonight.”
The words were shameless, and even Tiffanie couldn’t help but snap, “What a tramp!
Hooking up with someone else’s fiancé and playing the victim? Disgusting.”
She even spat on the ground, her face contorted with revulsion.
Not just Lillian felt the sting, but Spencer’s face turned thunderous. Who was Tiffanie to
judge? Wasn’t she just as flawed?
Lillian, as if frightened by Tiffanie’s brashness, pressed her lips together, holding back
words as tears pooled in her eyes.
Until now, Tiffanie had been oblivious to Lillian’s true colors. Seeing her so brazen in front
of Brielle, Tiffanie felt her blood boil.
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“Spencer, what do you even see in her? I recall her grades weren’t anything to brag about,
and she’s never held down a real job. Everything she eats, uses, and wears, it’s all thanks
to the Haywood family or you. And yet you treat her like some kind of treasure? You must
be blind. Brielle, let’s get out of here.” She couldn’t stand another minute in this toxic
atmosphere.
Lillian had no comeback. Tiffanie’s words were nothing but the truth. Her college degree
was bought, and her work life was a string of part–time gigs. But did men really care about
a woman’s ability? Or was it all about charm and obedience?
Lillian sneered. Tiffanie was such a fool. The more Tiffanie belittled her, the more Spencer
felt embarrassed. After all, a man wouldn’t admit admit they have poor judgment. And
Spencer, with his strong sense of male chauvinism, wouldn’t tolerate a woman stepping
on his head.
Sure enough, Tiffanie’s words roused Spencer. He wrapped himself in a robe and strode
over, his towering presence overwhelming. “Tiffanie, you’re really asking for it today.”
But before he could act, Brielle stepped in front of Tiffanie. Spencer’s anger faltered under
her gaze, the hurt in his heart resurfacing. “Brielle, who do you think is to blame for this
mess? You never loved me.”
Admitting such a thing was beyond humiliating. His eyes reddened, but he refused to stay
and be embarrassed. With a bitter clench of his teeth, he said, “I’ll wire you the money
tomorrow, Brielle. You’ll regret this someday.”
Turning to Lillian, he said, “Get dressed, Lillian.”
Despite her resentment, Lillian had no choice. She had played the obedient lover for so
long, only to see the multimillion–dollar mansion she’d been promised slip into Brielle’s
hands.
Tasting the bitterness of defeat, she shakily got dressed. As she passed Brielle, she
couldn’t resist a parting shot. “Without this house, Spencer will buy me another.”
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Unaware that her scandal had been leaked in the Beaconsfield socialites‘ chat groups, she
thought she could still play the perfect victim. Those circles were already abuzz, replaying
the incriminating video for laughs.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe groups that included Lillian fell into an eerie silence. They had only known Lillian as
innocent, oblivious to her affair with Spencer, who was publicly engaged to Brielle. The
video laid bare their indiscretions, and the context made it clear this wasn’t a recent fling.
Lillian was the other woman.
In the realm of high society, mistresses and illegitimate children were scorned unless you
could captivate the man and ascend. Otherwise, you’d never know how the glittering
crowd would speak of you behind closed doors.
Brielle’s exposed photos were just a dinner with Kenzo, but Lillian’s exposed photos were
her bedding Spencer. In contrast, the evidence of Lillian being a mistress was more than
sufficient. Silence reigned in the chat room, and Lillian, oblivious to the turmoil, felt
something was amiss when her message was met with silence. Any other time, her words
would spark a chorus of agreement. To confirm her suspicions, she suggested they all
meet for afternoon tea the next day.
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