The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"I'm your wife! Why can't I have a look?!"

Astrid, forgetting all pretense of decorum befitting a councilman's wife, grabbed his collar and shook him violently. She shouted hysterically. "I've been so good to you, and this is how you repay me? You heartless jerk!"

As she raised her hand to slap Theodore, he quickly grabbed her wrist and shoved her back forcefully.

"Argh!"

Astrid lost her balance and crashed into the door. The pain made her gasp, and her eyes widened in shock.

"How dare you hit me? I'm the heiress of the Iverson Group! How dare you lay your hands on me? Aren't you scared of me going home and telling my Dad and big brother that you've been hitting me?!" "Go ahead. Tell anyone as you please! I've had enough of you!"

Pushed to his limits, Theodore pointed accusingly at Astrid's stunned face. "The election is just around the corner. If you want to cause trouble and destroy everything we've built for years in one moment, just go ahead! Let me make this clear. Right now, our fates are intertwined. If I go down, so do all your aspirations!"

face turned ghostly

that her man could turn her dedicated

to oppress and humiliate me, and I've endured it. You wanted a publicly affectionate and caring relationship, and I've given you that! From now on, mind your own business. Just do what a councilman's wife is supposed to do, and we

translated into one clear message. He had grown confident under Astrid's care and

collar she grabbed. Without sparing his wife another glance, he stormed out, slamming

floor, pitiful tears

got up, wiping her tears off fiercely, and forced a smile in the mirror, so stiff

need to be magnanimous and see the bigger picture in this situation.

exactly 5:00 p.m., the reception for the inspection team

from Savrow

and president of the Iverson group, Lance and James also attended

except for Charles, who was still recovering from his injuries, and the

all, a black luxury minivan silently parked