The Dead Fiancé's Return: Too Late, She's His Uncle's Wife Now novel Chapter 11

The slap echoed through the courtyard.

My cheek stung, but the parents‘ jeers hurt worse.

“Playing innocent now? Maybe think twice before stealing someone’s husband.”

“Bet she’s got a whole list of rich married men on speed dial.”

“Women like her are the worst. And that poor kid’s going to grow up just like mommy.”

More parents gathered around, phones out, filming everything. Some even spat in my direction.

I took off my Burberry coat – worth more than their monthly mortgages – and dropped it in a nearby trash can. This wasn’t purchased with the money Calix gave me, but with the money I earned by myse before getting married.

Nobody knew that I had been quite wealthy even before I married Calix.

Then I turned to Cathy.

“First you get your kid to attack my daughter. Now you’re hitting me in public. Where do you get the

nerve?”

Cathy tossed her hair. “What? Are you counting on Calix to stand up for you?”

She grinned and said, “Calix doesn’t love you at all. You’re just using the child to threaten him to be with you. I can do much worse things for you and your child, and no one will dare to say a word.”

Cathy had always been like this. She was as docile as a lamb in front of Calix but showed her wolf–like fangs in front of me.

The crowd ate it up.

“If you hadn’t chased after her husband, none of this would’ve happened.”

“You’re just a lovewrecker. Keep your head down and be grateful that’s all you got.”

“Yeah, drop the victim act. We see right through you.”

Their words just made Cathy bolder.

She glared at my car. “Look at you, spending Calix’s money! A Rolls–Royce? You’re nothing but a

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gold–digger.”

Her voice turned ugly. “I hate women like you. You all deserve to die!”

She pulled out her keys and scratched three words across my car:

“LOVE WRECKERS DIE”

I stared at the jagged letters. “You’ll regret those words soon enough.”

That set her off.

“You spend Calix’s money and acting all high and mighty?” She grabbed a brick from the garden. “Time t pay it all back!”

She smashed every inch of my car. Windows. Lights. Hood. Nothing escaped her rage.

The other parents joined in, grabbing whatever they could find. My hundred–thousand–dollar car turned to scrap metal in minutes.

After breaking the windows, they tore up the leather seats. Then someone popped into the trunk.

“Holy shit! Look at all this stuff!”

Cathy pulled out a painting, sneering. “Playing art collector with Calix’s money? Please.”

She ripped it in half. “Trash like you deserves trash.”

A bystander’s eyes went wide. “Wait – that’s a Morrison original! They sell for millions!”

Cathy just laughed. “So what? Anyway, she sold her body and cheated men out of their money to buy those things. We have the right to destroy anything.”

I could barely contain my anger.

Calix is very wealthy, and he is extremely generous to me. Just one card he casually gave me contains enough money for a person to live a very comfortable life for a lifetime.

However, before marrying him, I already had a good career. Over the years, I have spent most of my own money. The cards he gave me have been put away by me and never used.

I bought this painting on my own.

All the people praised her. I watched indifferently, leaving Cathy alone to revel in their admiration.

The parents kept destroying my things, ripping up million–dollar paintings like confetti.

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I’d just bought them at auction that morning. Hadn’t even gotten them home.

Watching these idiots, I pulled out my phone.