Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

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“So, she’s still unconscious?” Izzy pursed her lips, fingers tapping idly against the edge of her desk as she listened to Anna’s update.

Anna nodded, glancing at her tablet. “Yes, miss,” she confirmed. “She’s in the ICU. The doctors say her condition is still critical, but they managed to stop the bleeding. The next twenty–four hours are crucial.”

Izzy exhaled softly, eyes narrowing. She had expected Monica to cause trouble–maybe some petty schemes or veiled threats–but a direct attack? That was a bit extreme, even for Monica. “Stabbing her…” she muttered, fingers drumming a steady rhythm. “I didn’t think she’d actually go that far.”

“She seems… unstable,” Anna continued, biting her lip. “There are rumors that Monica’s been acting strange lately— paranoid, talking to herself, avoiding her usual circles. Some say she’s not thinking straight like she’s… lost her mind.”

Izzy’s eyes flickered faintly, a shadow passing briefly. “Huh,” she muttered. “Wouldn’t surprise me.”

She leaned back in her chair, eyes narrowing at the ceiling. It wasn’t hard to imagine, really. Monica’s life had crumbled rapidly after the scandal, her mother’s arrest, the freezing of their accounts–everything she’d built her image on stripped away in a matter of weeks. Izzy clicked her tongue, eyes glinting coldly.

But even then, Izzy couldn’t help but think of the past. Her younger self, trailing eagerly after Monica, hanging on her every word, doing anything to gain her approval. How many times had she smiled, forced and bright, as Monica led her around by the wrist, whispering schemes and secrets behind closed doors? Despite everything, those memories weren’t all bad. Back then, she had been… happy. Or at least, she thought she was.

A faint scoff slipped past her lips, fingers drumming against the desk. Maybe if Monica hadn’t betrayed her, things would’ve turned out differently. Maybe they’d still be friends–maybe Monica wouldn’t have spiraled into whatever this was. Maybe.

But that was a pointless thought. Too many maybes and no real answers.

“Anything else?” Izzy asked, shaking off the thoughts with a faint exhale.

Anna hesitated briefly. “Yes, actually,” she said. “About Monica’s mother–she’s still in prison. No one’s bailed her out. Not one of her friends even tried to help. According to the reports, she’s been calling a lot of people, but… no one’s answering. She–she also tried to reach out, but since you asked me to screen all calls from the prison, she wasn’t able to get ahold of you.”

Izzy’s lips twitched faintly–something between amusement and disdain. “So they’ve finally abandoned her,” she muttered dryly. “Can’t say I’m surprised.”

Anna nodded. “People tend to distance themselves when money’s no longer involved,” she said carefully. “Especially when the law’s involved too.”

Izzy hummed, eyes narrowing slightly. The thought wasn’t new–she’d seen it before, in business, in friendships, in family even. Money made people loyal. Losing it made them strangers. It was sad, in a way. Pathetic, really, how easily people switched sides when the benefits ran dry.

just the way things were. Loyalty was a commodity–bought and sold like everything else. Maybe she should’ve learned that sooner.

you can’t feed them, they find

glanced at her carefully. “So… should we proceed as

said, tone smooth. “I want updates on Monica’s whereabouts. Keep an eye on the Weiss family too–especially Calen. I doubt he’ll take this

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slightly. “Understood, miss. I’ll handle it.”

Izzy leaned back, eyes narrowing faintly at

So many people, so many shifting loyalties. The irony of it all almost made her laugh. But there was

started hesitantly. “I already submitted my

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she could still continue working for her even after she left the company. However, she had given

everything listed in her job description- nothing more, nothing less. The resignation had stripped away any reason to go beyond the bare minimum, and she wasn’t about to give Weiss Inc. even a

her neck briefly to ease the stiffness. “Anna,” she said smoothly, grabbing her coat from the chair. “Focus on the

nodded quickly, fingers already flying over

the sleeves of her coat. “Good.” She adjusted the collar,

the building with smooth, unhurried steps. The lobby was quieter than usual, most employees were still buried under piles of paperwork, but Izzy barely spared them a glance. Her heels clicked sharply against the

went to the parking and

eyes flicking up to the sleek glass building across the street. The lights were still on in a few of the top floors, a faint glow spilling through the tinted windows. Her fingers drummed idly against her phone. For a moment, she considered just

tongue softly, turning on her heel instead.

roasted coffee and warm pastries wafting through the open door. Izzy slipped inside, the warmth brushing against her skin with

over the other, fingers wrapped loosely around the warm mug. The steam curled softly, hazing her reflection in the glass. The streets outside were busy with the evening crowd, headlights cutting through the dark,

the office, and spending her nights

meeting. She smirked faintly, lifting the cup to her lips with a soft hum. She could wait a bit longer.

slid into the booth behind her, their voices soft but distinct in the cozy space. Izzy barely paid them any mind at

one of

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