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She stressed the words “twenty days” with a sardonic twist.
Belinda’s expression didn’t waver. “So what?” she retorted, her defiance clear. “Until Lucas and | are formally
divorced, | remain his wife. And you, Miss Reed, are nothing but a homewrecker!”
Verena's face contorted with emotion as she glared at Belinda. “Who are you calling the homewrecker here, Mrs.
Clark? Lucas and | were in love first.”
Belinda’s laugh was light, almost airy, as she replied, “Lucas and | are still legally married, our union sanctioned
and protected by the law. And you, Miss Reed? You're merely an old flof his, nothing more.”
Verena’s lips quivered, and she pressed them together, unable to counter the truth in Belinda’s words.
Belinda’s expression remained calm, her demeanor unshaken. “Once the divorce is finalized, feel free to pursue
Lucas. Do whatever you want then. But before that, | expect you to respect my marriage with Lucas and keep
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtyour distance from him.”
Her calm expression suddenly hardened, her gaze turning icy as she delivered a stern warning. “Miss Reed,
consider this my last warning. If | catch you asking Lucas to see you at odd hours or delivering him meals like
today, | will take action. Don’t test my patience.”
With that, Belinda turned crisply on her heel and stepped into the elevator without a backward glance.
Verena stood still for what felt like an eternity, the corridor around her fading into a blur as Belinda’s words
echoed in her mind. Her complexion shifted from white to flushed as anger and humiliation surged through her
veins. The power Belinda wielded over her, simply by virtue of being Lucas’ lawful wife, gnawed at her.
Because Lucas and Belinda were legally married, Belinda had every right to act as she had. And Harold—oh, how
Verena’s resentment toward him boiled at that moment! Yet, as her initial rage began to wane, a sliver of
consolation crept in. Only twenty days remained until the divorce was finalized. She reassured herself silently
that the end of her ordeal was in sight. Soon, she thought, the tables would turn.
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Once she was Lucas’ wife, once the legalities favored her, she would make sure Belinda experienced the same
kind of humiliation she had felt.
Just as she was thinking about that, her phone suddenly chimed, snapping her back to reality. She took out her
phone and checked the message she had just received. When she read the contents, her face drained of color in
an instant.
“Meettomorrow night at ten, Room 3202, Sumner Hotel. Don’t be late.”
Verena’s hands trembled as she gripped her phone, the message glaring back at her like an ominous sign.
The message was clear and curt, and it chilled her to the bone.
She recognized the number immediately—it was him, the last person she expected to hear from at this time, the
one who could turn her already turbulent world upside down.
Her heart pounded in her chest, and a cold sweat broke out across her forehead as she processed the reality of
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With a shaky breath, she steeled herself and left, her mind racing with what this unexpected summons might
mean.
Meanwhile, Belinda sat nonchalantly at the coffee table in Lucas’ office, focusing solely on her meal as if the
world around her had faded into the background.
Lucas, sitting in front of his desk, shot her a brief, indifferent look before returning his attention to his work.
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