Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 59

Monica sat cross–legged on her bed, her tear–streaked face buried in her hands. Her phone lay next to her, its cracked screen flashing notifications from countless messages. The words from various group chats demanded confirmation of what everyone had seen during the event. Each notification felt like another dagger twisting in her chest.

“Ma, what should I do now?” Monica asked, her voice breaking as she wiped her tears. She glanced at the email from HR that had arrived earlier. The subject line alone–Meeting Request Regarding Workplace Conduct–made her stomach twist.

Across the room, Amalia paced back and forth, her hands wringing together. She stopped suddenly, turning to Monica, her face pale and tight with frustration. “I told you to stay away from Calen!” she snapped. “But no, you wouldn’t listen. You just had to throw yourself at him, didn’t you? Look where it’s gotten you now!”

Monica flinched, her hands gripping the edge of the bed. “I didn’t plan for this to happen! It just… it just did, okay? I didn’t think it would come out like this!”

Amalia let out an exasperated sigh and resumed her pacing. “You didn’t think? That’s your excuse? Monica, how many times have I told you to be smart about these things? Calen is Izzy’s fiancé! Did you think you could just sneak around forever without consequences?”

“I wasn’t sneaking!” Monica shouted, her voice rising. She grabbed the phone and held it up. “I don’t even know how that video got out! Someone set me up! Someone is trying to ruin me!”

“Ruin you?” Amalia stopped, her eyes narrowing. “You ruined yourself! Do you think anyone is going to believe you were set up after seeing that video? They didn’t just show some text messages, Monica. They showed you in his lap! Kissing him! Whispering things!”

Monica said nothing. So, Amalia continued. “I told you to limit your interaction with him. You can always do it once Calen marries her and live in this place! But you wouldn’t listen! You really liked the thrill, didn’t you?”

“Mom…. it’s not like that. I— “Monica’s face crumpled as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. “I… I don’t know what to do. HR wants to meet with me tomorrow. What if they fire me? What if

everyone-

“Of course, they’re going to fire you!” Amalia cut her off, “Do you think Weiss Inc. is going to keep you on after this scandal? You’ve embarrassed the company, their golden boy, and Izzy, of all people! You’re lucky they haven’t already sent you a termination letter!”

Monica sobbed harder, clutching her phone like a lifeline. “I can’t lose my job, Ma! You don’t understand! If I lose this job, I have nothing!”

Amalia sat down heavily in the chair by the desk, rubbing her temples. “You should’ve thought about that before you got involved with him. I told you, Monica, I warned you! But you were so caught up in your delusions that Calen would choose you over Izzy.”

Monica sniffled, looking at her mother with desperation. “You’re supposed to help me, not make me feel worse! What am supposed to do now?”

Amalia leaned forward, glaring at her daughter. “You’re going to that meeting, and you’re going to beg. You’ll tell them you’re sorry, that you regret everything, that it was a lapse in judgment. Say whatever you need to say to save your job. Do you hear me?”

“And what about the messages? The videos?” Monica gestured toward her phone. “People are calling me names! They’re saying I’m

this on yourself, Monica. Now you need to deal with it stop

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chilled surface pressed against her fingers as she took a sip, her gaze drifting to the large windows that framed the sprawling view of San Francisco. The city sparkled like a constellation, shivering lights spread across the horizon,

as

she echoed, her voice carrying a trace of something unspoken. She swirled the wine in her

reply immediately. Instead, she heard the faint scrape of his chair as he shifted. The sound was followed by his presence drawing nearer, and when she glanced out of the corner of her eye, she noticed him sitting beside her, much closer than before. The faint brush of his sleeve against hers made her pulse quicken for just a moment, though she kept her

asked abruptly, her gaze fixed on the skyline. “That Calen was

leaned back slightly, resting his forearm on the arm of his chair as he regarded her.

The faint scent of his cologne mixed with the lingering aroma of wine in the air. His presence seemed

she met his gaze head–on, her brows furrowing slightly as

lips curled into a faint smirk. Without a word, he turned his attention back to his glass, swirling the wine with slow precision.

inhaled deeply, her fingers tightening subtly around the glass in her hand. She turned back toward the view, determined to refocus her thoughts. The city’s lights blurred slightly, looking like a shimmering mirage

Amalia, making her deceit perfectly clear to

and she couldn’t let him control the narrative. Luckily, she had already chosen that very moment to reveal the truth to the light, where no one

back to him. His posture was

she asked finally as her eyes lingered on his unbutton shirt. She had seen him unbutton his shirt before but this was the first time that she had become hyper aware of it.

of his lips suggested otherwise. He leaned in just a fraction, enough for her to feel

gaze flicking to him before returning to the city lights. “Perfect isn’t the

as he leaned back, his glass resting lightly

Instead, she took another sip of her wine and

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a response. The silence