Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert) novel Chapter 189

The room went still, every breath held tight as the bombshell dropped.

But Eloise didn't flinch, not one bit. Instead, she scoffed, her voice laced with disbelief, "Really, now? You're pulling this card? Praised me for being smart and independent before saying 'I do', and now I'm 'too assertive'? What happened to your spine? Looking for your dignity in the shadow of a woman?"

"You! Divorce! I can't stand you anymore."

"Divorce it is, but let's get one thing straight—you're leaving with nothing. Everyone here saw your little performance. If you've got any shame left, you'll pack your bags and get out of my studio. Or else, I'll have the police on your case for stealing important documents."

"You...on what grounds? I'm your husband! I want half of everything!" The man's face turned a deep shade of red, veins popping at his neck.

Just as Eloise was about to snap back, Bridget stepped in.

"Ms. Eloise, please, let's keep a cool head. This isn't entirely your husband's fault. Sylvia knew well about your generosity towards her and still, she seduced your husband. She owes you an apology."

Seduced?

Ha.

As if seduction absolved a cheating scumbag from his actions. His finger was on the trigger, not hers.

Suddenly, all eyes darted towards the woman in question, as if she was the root of all evil.

Bridget sidled up to the man, glaring daggers at the woman hidden under a coat.

If looks could strip away dignity, Sylvia would be parading down Main Street in shame.

Clearing her throat, barely containing a smirk, Bridget reached out, "Sylvia, come out, darling. Everyone's seen it. Just apologize to Ms. Eloise, and I'll speak on your behalf."

The woman recoiled, her body shrinking further away.

Confusion painted her face, while Bridget and the onlookers glanced between her and the woman on the ground.

Eloise was the first to snap out of it, her brow furrowed as she turned to Freya, "How did you know she was Sylvia?"

Freya, pale as a ghost, stammered, "I...I just saw the dress, I'm so sorry, I think I made a mistake...I'm so sorry, Sylvia..."

"Enough crying!" Eloise's patience was wearing thin. She glared at the woman on the floor, her voice a warning, "Don't make me drag you out like this. Show your face!"

The thought of being exposed had the woman finally scared. She turned to the man for help, but he was pinned down, unable to save himself.

Tentatively, the woman lifted her head, her cheeks still flushed, revealing her identity to Eloise.

"Christine! It was you?"