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.

kind of father says that about

the way Liam looked that night–drunk, hollow. It made sense now. Olivier had put those words in his head. And worse, he meant them. He wasn’t just being

If Olivier had been in front of her

gaze dropped to her hands. They weren’t shaking anymore.

Liam as clearly as she always had. And she did. She saw the kid who lingered around her grandfather’s office every chance he got. She saw him fixing up shelves or listening to her grandfather’s lectures about

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Even when she

Olivier, he would’ve turned into something entirely different. Cold. Corrupt. Just like the man who raised him. But he hadn’t. He grew up watching her grandfather and even his own, learning from their actions, not their mistakes.

tilted the glass and finished the rest of the whiskey.

the door behind her opened but was too busy on her

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

slowly turned, her eyes

Frederik.

expect that

in the middle of the day?” He chuckled and sat on the stool next to her. “What made you so upset?”

is none of your business.”

his fingers tapping the counter. “I have to admit, I didn’t expect you and Mr. Horvath to be this… close. But I guess

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

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Why

glanced at her, then shrugged. “Liam Horvath made it clear he didn’t like

and waved

Targeting me directly? Is he really that insecure? Or… did you tell him

without glancing at him. “What does any of this have to do

set the glass down. “I don’t

together, then finally spoke. “Whatever Liam did, it has nothing to do