Vanessa smiled, her eyes alight with a sadistic, triumphant joy. She looked like she had just won a crown.
“Still pretending she’s innocent,” Vanessa whispered, tilting her head. “Still playing the silent martyr. You should apologize to him, Serena. You embarrassed me in front of the club board today. Apologize, and then maybe I’ll convince him to let you stay in the guest wing after the divorce is finalized. You have nowhere else to go, after all.”
“Divorce?” I whispered. My voice was ragged, torn to shreds by the effort of swallowing my screams.
Adrian scoffed, taking a step closer. He tossed a heavy, thick manila folder onto the floor. It landed with a heavy slap, sliding across the polished stone until it bumped against my knee, dragging through a fresh drop of my blood.
“I’m done carrying dead weight, Serena,” Adrian said, his voice echoing in the cavernous hall. “I built this empire from nothing. I am a titan in this city. I rescued you from obscurity, from whatever pathetic, impoverished life you were living, to be a quiet, grateful, supportive wife. And you can’t even manage that simple task. You are barren, you are plain, and you are a liability.”
He reached out and wrapped an arm around Vanessa’s waist, pulling her flush against him.
“Vanessa is pregnant,” Adrian announced, his chest swelling with fragile, toxic male pride. “She is finally giving me the heir I deserve. An heir to the Vale legacy. You are officially evicted from my life.”
Vanessa placed a perfectly manicured hand over her flat, silk-covered stomach. Her smile radiated pure, venomous triumph. She truly believed she had won the lottery. She truly believed she had secured her place among the elite.
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