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When? It was when he repeatedly hurt me, accing me of sins I didn’t
commit.
Following the advice of industry friends, I assembled a team and started my own
company abroad.
I also made sure to plan for avoiding the division of assets in the event
divorce.
of a
him.
as Was h
to say more when Ava conveniently slid in beside
She clung tightly to his arm, trying to greet Mr. Taylor, but Mrs. Taylor wrinkled her
nose in disgust and loudly cursed.
“Where did this skanky fox come from? Smells worse than piss.”
I gave Mrs. Taylor a grateful smile.
Ava looked like she wanted to explode, and Lucas’s face darkened too, but they
didn’t dare offend Mrs. Taylor.
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“Eva, you’ve been fooling around and got yourself pregnant with some
other man’s
child. Do you have no shame?”
“If I were you, I’d jump into that pool and drown myse? How can you
stand to show
your face?”
Lucas said nothing, clearly waiting for me to admit my guilt.
The chatter around us grew louder, and even Mr. and Mrs. Taylor
looked at me with
concern.
Mrs. Taylor, bless her heart, tried to restore order, but everyone was
too engrossed in
the scandal.
The judgmental stares felt like hands stripping me of my dignity, leaving me exposed
and humiliated.
I couldn’t help but laugh, and Ava responded by throwing a glass of wine in my face.
“What are you laughing at? Today, I’m going to teach you a lesson on
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behalf of Mr.
Evans, you shameless slut!”
She lunged at me, her sharp nails aimed at my face.
The viciousness in her attack made it clear she wanted to take out all
her pent–up
frustration on me.
Lucas, who had been initially startled, watched calmly, almost
encouraging Ava with
his eyes to continue tormenting me.
I kicked Ava in the abdomen, sending her crashing into the champagne tower behind
her, leaving her in a pitiful state.
Her pale arms were marred with cuts, some deep, some shallow, leaving ugly scars.
She twisted her face in rage, ready to retaliate.
“Eva, you witch! I won’t let you destroy Mr. Evans’s reputation!”
But before she could act, a group of burly bodyguards burst through.
the door, led by
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a nearly 200–pound woman.
The woman roared in fury, “Ava! You filthy slut, you think you can
seduce my
husband? You’re dead!“”
