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!"

ghostly pale. She was

never imagined that her man could turn her dedicated efforts to build him up into a weapon

relationship, and I've given you that! From now on, mind your own business. Just

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

wife another glance, he stormed out, slamming

floor, pitiful tears streaming

wiping her tears off fiercely, and forced

mistresses? I'm going to be the future mayor's wife! I need to be magnanimous and

5:00 p.m., the reception for the inspection team took place at the Savrow Central

their wives, and other high-ranking officials and business elites from Savrow made a grand entrance into the hall, surrounded by

of the Iverson group, Lance and

and the always-enigmatic Christopher,

the event, unnoticed by all, a black luxury