Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours!

Chapter 145: The Court Case VIII

Fiona let out a sharp cry as a single brown loafer struck her squarely in the face. Right after that, the second piece, heavy with contempt, slammed into her chest, sending a wave of pain shooting through her.

Her heart raced, thrumming with hurt and humiliation, and tears of rage welled in her eyes as the unpleasant odor of the shoe’s innards invaded her senses.

The owner clearly hadn’t been wearing clean socks. The foul scent churned her stomach. Fiona cursed silently, grappling with the reality that her once-pristine reputation was rapidly disintegrating.

Another shoe clattered against her arm, yet this one—an extravagant five-inch heel—was thrown with little accuracy; it merely grazed her. Fiona winced but felt a strange sense of relief mixed with anger. Had it struck her head or landed squarely in her chest, the injury could have been severe.

"Anymore throwing of shoes will warrant this public gathering to be dispelled..." Elder Timothy’s voice cut through the chaos, but the mild tone he used barely resembled the sharp authority he wielded in previous threats.

Fiona sneered.

No one even stepped forward to apologize for the crowd’s misconduct—none of them wanted to. Ewan didn’t even offer her a glance, nor did her mother, who sat behind her.

Fiona’s fists clenched as rage boiled within her. She felt as if the entire assembly had cast her into the muck, treating her like trash. She silently vowed to retaliate against each one of them, holding back the tears that threatened to spill over, all the while suffocating in the stench of her situation.

She loathed dirt, hated being near it, and here she was, engulfed by it. And for what? Because she had eliminated their precious model? They should have advised the foolish bimbo to back off Ewan!

How dare they be upset with her for taking control of her life? Didn’t they understand that life wasn’t fair? Whatever anyone wanted, they should seize it—by force, by any means necessary. Wasn’t that a maxim among the wealthy and powerful? So why were they casting scornful gazes in her direction?

herself so

the recesses of her mind, Fiona sensed Morgan watching, a silent spectator to this unfolding drama. But for now,

dare she kill our beloved Lutanna?" One

is still dragging on! Someone should just call the police and haul her

her. I don’t know why

I really feel sorry for, sleeping with

for being so blind! They’ve known each other

of nostalgia, thinking the evil woman is still that innocent little girl he grew up with. I hope

chaotic disarray, the murmurs around him fading into a haze of black spots swirling in his vision. He was even straining to see where Athena stood, but his focus had

Fiona and questioned his inability to recognize her manipulative nature sooner. He cursed himself

speaking again, her voice cutting through

my elders, I have a favor to

he had tragically misjudged six years ago. It was becoming painfully

glance at Alfonso, who appeared increasingly uncomfortable,

a recess in the

in disbelief at Athena’s words. How

threaten to spill. This was the woman he had turned against, the one he had tried to ruin in court, yet here she was, graciously stepping in to

in relief when Elder Timothy

stand with blood trickling