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

“You brought this on yourself, Monica. Now you need to deal with it stop crying and figure out how to clean up your iness. Because if you lose this job,

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an eyebrow as she accepted the wine glass Liam handed her. The 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

asked, breaking the silence as he

softly, tilting her head away from him, her eyes lingering on the view. “Satisfied?” she echoed, her voice carrying a trace of something unspoken.

shifted. The sound was followed by his presence drawing nearer, and when she glanced out of the corner of her eye, she noticed him

know?” she asked abruptly, her gaze fixed on the skyline. “That Calen was going

resting his forearm on the arm of his chair as

guard. He was close–closer than she’d realized. The faint scent of his cologne mixed with the lingering aroma of wine in the air. His presence seemed heavier now, more tangible, and it sent a ripple

moment, she thought about shifting away, but she didn’t. Instead, she met his gaze head–on, her brows furrowing

didn’t move, his gaze steady on hers before his lips curled into a faint smirk. Without a word, he turned his attention back to his glass,

She turned back toward the view, determined to refocus her thoughts. The city’s lights blurred slightly, looking like a shimmering mirage as her

plan replayed in her head. She had wanted to wait, to expose Calen and Monica on her birthday in front of Amalia, making her deceit perfectly clear to the one person who had always claimed to

let him control the narrative. Luckily, she had already chosen that very moment to reveal the truth to the light, where no one

deliberate yet unhurried, drew her attention back to him. His posture was relaxed, yet his focus seemed

before but this was the

but the slight curve of his lips suggested otherwise. He leaned in just a fraction, enough for her

an eyebrow, her gaze flicking to him before returning

asked, his voice laced with a quiet challenge as he leaned back, his glass

answer. Instead, she took another sip of her wine and turned her head

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a response. The silence stretched between them.