Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Fiona was shoved aside by Rupert, stumbling hard onto the cold, unforgiving floor.

She'd always known how to play her cards right. Even if she didn't have much real power in the Garcia family, the title of Mrs. Fiona still counted for something, and she'd built up her own little following.

But now, sitting on the ground with everyone staring at her, there was only icy silence.

Even her own husband had turned away, shielding the other woman and her daughter instead.

Only Warren stood by her side, glaring furiously at Patrick. "Dad! Are you really saying Mom's wrong here? If she hadn't seduced you, would you have abandoned us? You're the Garcia family's firstborn, the heir to the Garcia Group, with the world at your feet!"

Patrick, making sure the woman and child behind him were unharmed, finally looked back at Warren, troubled. "After everything that's happened, you still think your mom's right about everything?"

Warren froze, suddenly unsure.

Fiona clung to Warren's sleeve, voice trembling. "Don't listen to him! He's been bewitched by those two homewreckers. Why else would he leave us high and dry? If it wasn't for him, would you be suffering like this?"

Her tears streamed down her cheeks, and Warren's face twisted, torn between shame and anger.

made things worse, especially with so many eyes glued to him. He could almost feel them

shot back at Patrick. "You cheated first! You took everything and left us here for everyone to look down

Patrick, the other woman stepped forward, nodding gratefully to Sylvia before facing the group, her voice steady

scars than I could count. If he'd had money, we wouldn't have spent years working two jobs just to get by. If

check the records yourselves everything's

two just waited to get married to hide the money! Buy some time to

person I've ever wronged is

I still have to answer to Rupert for everything. And every single one of these so-called relatives gossips about us behind

hesitated, glancing over at

noticing Fiona's lips quiver, a flash of guilt flickering across her pale

the stories

of the Garcia family was Patrick. Tristan had handpicked

his status, Patrick must've had a hefty nest egg of his own. Even if he died, whatever he left behind should've been enough for

the Garcia family, she'd only ever seen Warren and Fiona living simply. She'd always thought it was just their personal style-but maybe they really didn't have much to