Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

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Chapter 161

“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.

it was just the way things were. Loyalty was a commodity–bought and sold like everything

find someone else to circle around.” She clicked her tongue, rolling her eyes.

should we proceed as

on Monica’s whereabouts. Keep an eye on the Weiss family

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bowed her head slightly. “Understood, miss. I’ll handle

narrowing faintly at the ceiling.

many shifting loyalties. The irony of it all almost made her laugh. But there was no

“I already submitted my resignation

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left the company. However, she had given

the documents neatly on her desk. She glanced at the clock–five sharp. Her lips twitched faintly, satisfaction glinting in her eyes. She’d managed to finish 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.

“Focus on the reports first. Don’t bother with anything that’s not urgent. Just keep me updated on Monica and the Weiss

nodded quickly, fingers already flying over

smirked faintly, slipping her arms into the sleeves of her coat. “Good.” She adjusted the collar, glancing at the clock again.

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 marble floor as she

to the parking and drove

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

clicked her tongue softly, turning on her heel

warmly beneath a canopy of string lights, the scent of roasted coffee and warm pastries wafting through the

hazing her reflection in the glass. The streets outside were busy with the evening

dinner in the office, and spending her nights handling tasks that demanded her attention. But now that she had decided to move on

Liam was probably still in a meeting. She smirked faintly, lifting the

their voices soft but distinct in the cozy space. Izzy barely paid them any mind at first, fingers tapping idly against

to London?” one of them whispered,

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