Comeback Of The Adored Heiress

Chapter 903:

Evita was convinced Madisyn would be in pain. In her mind, the fault lay entirely with Madisyn—it was her responsibility to keep a tighter grip on her man. The memory of Andrew sending a bandage to her at the restaurant lingered in Evita’s thoughts, convincing her that he must harbor some feelings for her. Men in powerful positions often operated with subtlety, but Evita had picked up on the cues from Andrew. That was all the assurance she needed to take such a daring step.

Evita gazed at Madisyn with a mix of pity and condescension. “A man as exceptional as Andrew isn’t someone you can hold onto forever.”

“Oh? Is that so? Are you saying he’s fucked you?” Madisyn shot back bluntly.

Evita’s cheeks turned a faint shade of pink. Nodding slightly, she replied, “Mr. Klein is in the shower. If you want to save yourself from humiliation, I suggest you leave now.” Evita waited, fully expecting Madisyn to crumble, to fall apart the way her mother had once done. Her father had cheated countless times, leaving her mother to endure a whirlwind of agony—first heartbreak, then a mental collapse, and finally sinking into a pit of numb despair.

No, she wasn’t like them. Madisyn wasn’t even married yet! Clinging

face betrayed no fury, no despair—just a composed calmness.

Evita’s chest. “Madisyn, do you really want to put all three of us in an awkward position? If you leave now, Mr. Klein will still think you’re dignified. I can even

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at her,

Her voice was cold and cutting as she said, “Evita, as a side chick, how dare you say such things? Oh, right, you might not

eyes welling up with resentment. Through gritted teeth, she snapped, “Fine, if

striding out of the room with nothing but a blanket

sound of the shower turned off, and Andrew stepped out of the bathroom. He was dressed in a bathrobe, and his damp, tousled hair added to his undeniable