Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1834

"Are you seriously telling me this setup wasn't your doing?" Taylor shouted, his patience wearing thin.

"I already told you last time that I don't want to see you again," Aiden replied curtly, brushing off his words. "Why would I invite my rival to meet my fiancée the night before our engagement?"

"So, it really wasn't you?" Taylor's confidence faltered, a trace of doubt creeping in.

"Believe what you want," Aiden responded coldly, his expression darkening. "I'm not obligated to explain anything to you.

"But let me make one thing clear—since you've already given up on Abigail, stop interfering in her life. Let's keep things civil and part ways after this gathering. I don't want any unnecessary complications."

With that, Aiden turned and walked toward the court.

Taylor stood still for a moment, weighing his options. After a while, he decided to stay, hoping to figure out what was really going on.

In the restroom, Abigail splashed cold water on her face, trying to shake off the turmoil building inside her.

Leaning against the counter, she stared blankly at her reflection in the mirror. She hadn't bothered with makeup today; the thought of facing Taylor while her emotions were so raw was simply unbearable.

Despite all the scenarios she had played out in her mind, Abigail hadn't anticipated how deeply Taylor still affected her.

Hearing footsteps approaching, she quickly regained her composure. Turning off the faucet, she straightened up, determined to appear calm.

As Lucy walked in, she saw the same poised, elegant Abigail she had always admired.

"Hi, Abigail," Lucy greeted, stepping over to her side and applying sunscreen.

At her age, Lucy's skin was youthful and glowing, needing no makeup to enhance its natural beauty.

"Maybe you should address me more formally," Abigail replied, her voice colder than usual.

After talking for a while, the two women made their way to the court. To their surprise, they found Taylor and Aiden sitting on opposite sides, both giving each other the cold shoulder.

The moment Taylor saw Abigail, he stood up awkwardly, unsure whether to approach her. In the end, he remained in place, saying nothing.

Noticing his hesitation, Abigail assumed he didn't want Lucy to know they were familiar with each other. She played along, deliberately keeping her distance.

"Now that everyone's here, let's get started," Aiden said, taking charge as the oldest.

After all, the purpose of their gathering was to play tennis, and that should be their main focus.

"Maybe we should skip it," Lucy said, noticing Abigail's discomfort. "Aiden, you're so thoughtless! How can you forget about Abigail's period? How do you expect to win her over like this?"

"What? Abigail, are you on your period?" Aiden asked, feigning innocence.