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?

pondered this absurdity. Athena thought herself so clever? She should wait then, and

of her mind, Fiona sensed Morgan watching, a silent spectator to this unfolding drama. But for now, she cloaked her emotions behind a bland facade, sitting

face! How dare she kill our beloved Lutanna?" One voice erupted from the crowd, igniting a chorus of

the case is still dragging on! Someone should just call

let us throw more shoes at her. I don’t know why

sorry

so blind! They’ve known each other since childhood—how

the evil woman is

into a haze of black spots swirling in his vision. He was even straining to see where Athena stood, but his focus had ebbed, and his hands

engulfing him, he sensed the unremorseful energy radiating from Fiona and questioned his inability to recognize her manipulative nature sooner. He cursed himself and his naivety for

again, her voice cutting through his

have a favor to

tragically misjudged

a sidelong glance at Alfonso, who appeared increasingly

implore you to allow Ewan to take a recess in the inner chambers. As his

jaw dropped in disbelief at Athena’s words. How had she known he

felt tears threaten to spill. This was the woman he had turned against, the one he had tried to

heard Sandro and Zane exhale in relief

how could he possibly stand