Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 194

Izzy wiped her tears away before she walked inside a bar. She wasn’t crying because she got hurt. She was crying because she was too angry. She wanted to hurt someone, and that someone happened to be her father–in–law. Well, she shouldn’t be calling that man her father in law. He simply doesn’t deserve it!

She had already booked a boxing session with a gym that she knew, but that wasn’t enough. She let out a sigh.

The bar was quiet, almost sterile in the daylight. No blaring music. No crowd. Just the faint hum of the refrigerator behind the counter and the flick of the bartender’s rag as he wiped down glasses. Sunlight filtered in through the windows, catching dust motes in the air. It wasn’t the kind of place meant for midday visits, which was exactly why Izzy had chosen it.

She pushed open the door with more force than necessary, her jaw tight, her eyes still burning. Her heels clicked against the floor as she walked to the counter and slid into a seat without a word.

The bartender looked up. “Something light?”

Izzy didn’t hesitate. “Whiskey. Neat.”

He raised an eyebrow but didn’t ask questions. He poured the drink and set it down in front of her.

She didn’t bother with a thank–you. She grabbed the glass and took a long drink, the burn grounding her just enough to keep her hands from shaking.

Her phone vibrated again. The screen lit up with Calen’s name.

She turned it over.

It vibrated again. Persistent. She let it ring until it stopped. Then again. Still him.

She picked it up briefly, hit “Cancel,” and dropped it back on the bar like it had personally offended her. She told him she was sick this morning. He should’ve left her alone.

She took another sip, this one slower, letting the silence sink in as her thoughts spiraled.

Olivier Horvath.

She hated the way his words replayed in her mind. The smirk on his face. The way he spoke about Liam was like he was some product of rot. Like Izzy hadn’t seen the man he became. Like Liam hadn’t clawed his way out of something foul just to breathe clean air.

She set the glass down hard.

Liam. God.

that about his own son?

now. Olivier had put those words in his head. And worse,

clenched her jaw. If Olivier had been in front of her now, she

sip. Her gaze dropped to her

saw the kid who lingered around her grandfather’s office every chance he got. She saw him fixing up shelves

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he’d been there. Even when

the man who raised him. But he hadn’t. He grew up watching her grandfather and even his own, learning from their

tilted the glass and finished the rest of the

set the empty glass down she noticed the door behind her opened but was too busy on her thoughts to look at who walked inside

voice from behind her interrupted her stupor. “Well, this is a coincidence,” he said. “I’m starting to think you’re

and slowly turned, her

Frederik.

here?” she asked. She didn’t expect that the first one that would show

asking you the same question. A bar? Whiskey in the middle of the day?” He

is none of your

stool, his fingers tapping the counter. “I have to admit, I didn’t expect you and Mr.

his hand, signaling the bartender. “I’ll have

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Why is he suddenly

her, then shrugged. “Liam Horvath made it clear he didn’t like me. Especially after we met

out a quiet snort and waved

“But I didn’t think Mr. Horvath himself would go so far. Targeting me directly? Is he really that insecure? Or… did you tell him to

does any of this have to do with

took a sip without hesitation, then set the glass down. “I

right away. She pressed her lips together, then finally spoke. “Whatever Liam did, it has