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 else.

them, they find

her carefully. “So… should we proceed as planned?” she

Monica’s whereabouts. Keep an eye on the

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slightly. “Understood, miss. I’ll

narrowing faintly at

loyalties. The irony of it

“I already submitted

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smiled. She’d promised Anna that she could still continue working for her even after she left the company. However, she had given Anna a choice. She could continue working under

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

coat from the chair. “Focus on the reports first. Don’t bother

flying over her tablet.

arms into the sleeves of her coat. “Good.” She adjusted the

strolled out of the building with smooth, unhurried steps. The lobby was quieter than usual, most employees were still buried under piles of

parking and drove towards Liam’s

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

clicked her tongue softly, turning on

canopy of string lights, the scent of roasted coffee and warm pastries wafting through the open door. Izzy

cappuccino and settled by the window, one leg crossed 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

would work overtime whenever she wasn’t traveling, eating dinner in the office, and spending her nights handling tasks that demanded her attention. But now that she had decided to move on from Weiss Inc., everything

flickered briefly to her phone–no new messages. Liam was probably still in a meeting. She smirked faintly, lifting the cup to her lips

soft but distinct in the cozy space. Izzy barely paid them any

to London?” one of them whispered, excitement glinting in her voice. “Mr. Horvath

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