Chapter 334

Richard's temper ignited like wildfire as he seized Margaret by the arm, flinging her aside with enough force to send her stumbling.

Her fury burned white-hot, but against his brute strength, she was powerless.

Hearing Richard openly mock her feelings only poured gasoline on the flames of her rage.

"Oh, I see now! I'm just some uptight, proper wife while you're out there sniffing after those pathetic, attention-starved tramps!"

Her control shattered. She launched herself at him, fists flying, nails scratching—every ounce of her fury unleashed.

"And you!" She whirled on Evelyn Sinclair, eyes blazing. "You think you can just waltz in and steal my husband? Disgusting homewrecker!"

"Who the hell do you think you are, prancing around like you belong here? You're nothing but a washed-up hag with no shame!" Margaret spat, venom dripping from every word.

Blinded by rage, she lunged—her palm cracked across Evelyn's cheek with a sharp, satisfying smack.

Deep down, Margaret had known something was off about Richard for weeks.

Just days ago, he hadn't come home, claiming he'd been drinking with business partners and needed to stay at a hotel.

The excuses had been flimsy. The scent of cheap perfume on his collar had been unmistakable.

Now, seeing him with Evelyn—her lipstick smudged, her blouse wrinkled—confirmed every ugly suspicion.

Margaret's chest heaved. Her vision blurred with unshed tears.

This wasn't just betrayal.

This was humiliation.

And she wouldn't let either of them forget it.

A Laughingstock Trapped in Her Own Delusions

Margaret had gone through every frame of the security footage. The voices were distorted but undeniably feminine.

Yet without a clear image to match, her doubts remained just that—unsubstantiated suspicions.

For days, she had been restless, itching to call Evelyn and pour out her frustrations.

When Evelyn mentioned she was at Olivia’s birthday celebration, Margaret didn’t hesitate to join.

She never expected to stumble upon the truth in such a blatant way: Richard, hand in hand with his mistress, in the middle of the afternoon.

The betrayal cut deeper than any blade.

All those years she had sacrificed for this family, and now she felt like the biggest fool alive.

From a distance, she couldn’t catch every word, but as she edged closer, fragments of their conversation about Vanessa reached her ears.

Now, seeing Evelyn Sinclair up close—those sharp features, that unmistakable nose—everything clicked into place with terrifying clarity.

A cold shiver raced down Margaret’s spine as the horrifying realization struck her.

Her breath hitched.

Could it really be?

The realization struck her like lightning, igniting a fire in her veins.

Her mind screamed, "After everything I've sacrificed for that girl, I've been raising the mistress's child?!"

Blinded by fury, Margaret unleashed a storm of slaps across Evelyn's face.

"You deceitful little snake! You'll regret this!"

Evelyn curled into herself, shielding her head as Margaret's rage rained down. The woman was a force of nature, terrifying in her unrestrained wrath.

Within seconds, Evelyn's hair was a wild tangle, her cheeks burning with the imprint of Margaret's fury.

Desperate, Evelyn shot a pleading look at Richard. "Richard, please! Stop her!"

Humiliation burned through her as she buried her face in her knees, unable to meet anyone's gaze.

Finally, Richard adjusted his disheveled wig and rushed forward, stepping between them.

"What in God's name are you doing, Margaret? People are watching! Have you lost all sense of dignity?"

Margaret scoffed, her voice dripping with venom. "Me? The one who should be ashamed is the man who paraded his mistress's child under my roof! Don't you dare lecture me!"

The crowd around them buzzed with murmurs—powerful figures, business associates, all witnessing the scandal unfold.

The weight of their judgmental gazes pressed down on him like a physical force.

Every whispered comment was another needle pricking at his already frayed patience.

"Not here," he ground out between clenched teeth. "We'll deal with this at home."

His grip on her wrist tightened imperceptibly before he forced himself to release her.

The unspoken threat hung heavy between them - this wasn't just personal anymore.

"Do you really want to risk Horizon Enterprises' reputation over this petty drama?" His voice dropped to a dangerous murmur.

The crowd around them leaned in, hungry for more scandal.

She flinched at the mention of the company, her defiance wavering.

In that moment, he saw the exact moment she realized the stakes.

The satisfaction that curled through him was bitter and hollow.