The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 105:

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Now it was Raquel's turn to turn pale.

Mrs. Reyes, relieved that she was no longer on the hook, quickly intervened: “Mrs. Gray, we've been going on about this for ages, and you've only just remembered now? It’s clearly your mistake.”

Rachel blinked, momentarily stunned. She hadn't expected Mrs. Reyes to turn on her so quickly. Mrs. Reyes' smile was cold and knowing. In her eyes, Rachel was nothing more than an acquaintance, not a friend. And when millions of dollars were at stake, loyalties shifted easily.

Rachel's heart sank, a heavy weight settling on her chest. The entire plan had been her idea, but now she was facing the consequences, and it hurt. But losing millions of dollars? It was a sum she couldn't easily dismiss.

Randolph had always been a tightwad, and most of the funds in her account had been hard-earned by herself. The thought of leaving with so much money made her stomach turn.

Mrs. Reyes had powerful connections and Rachel knew she couldn't afford to alienate her. There was only one person left: Alicia.

Rachel took the path of least resistance. She forced a small, tight-lipped smile. “Mrs. Bennett, everyone makes mistakes. Don’t you think you’re being too harsh?”

Alice's eyes glittered with cold amusement. “What's the problem? You can’t afford it?” She paused, letting her words sink in, before adding sharply, “No problem. You can draw up a promissory note and we’ll calculate the interest according to bank rates.”

Rachel's smile faltered and her expression soured. “Mrs. Bennett, do you really have to be so aggressive? Mr. Ward joined us and won quite a bit. It’s not like I have suffered losses.”

“It's money he earned. What does it have to do with me?” Alice asked, cocking her head in mock confusion. Then she turned her gaze to Caden and asked dryly, “What makes you have to support me financially? Are you my son?”

Caden’s eyes narrowed, irritation barely concealed. Alicia, you're so ungrateful, he thought, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes. I'm here to help, and you turn it against me?

Sensing an opportunity, Raquel quickly said, “Okay, let’s leave it. “Ms. Reyes didn’t mean to single you out.”

Alicia scoffed, her patience running thin. “If Caden hadn't stepped in and noticed, Mrs. Reyes would have had me playing for hours. I was losing tens of thousands of dollars with every round. How much would I have lost after all that time? How is that not aiming?”

Rachel raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. “You could have given in or just walked away. No one forced you to continue playing the game.”

Mrs. Reyes, never one to miss an opportunity to make fun of it, added with a sly smile: “Exactly. If you were losing so much, why didn't you just leave?”

smile didn't reach her eyes as she straightened up. “Fine,” she said coldly. “But don't blame me for what comes

with a defiant look.

disdain. “Why are you ordering me

thin line, speechless for a moment. She glared at him, mentally

out her phone and

was, Rachel intervened, trying

chair. The chair skidded across the grass, blocking Rachel's

call go through. “Hello? Is

have her head. With a heavy sigh of

phone. “Relax,” she said, her tone sweet and calm. “I

added with a shrug: "I wouldn't take it that far. It's

teeth. Now that she had spoken, she couldn't go

transferred half the amount, unable to part with the

to look at Mrs. Reyes, indicating that she

do it, but she couldn't make a scene, so she reluctantly transferred the

fingers tapping the screen

had been through so much, she had fought

through the moment, laced with icy disdain.

his sudden comment. She put her phone back into her bag and frowned slightly. Why was he asking her that all

bewildered. “Everything is in its

lips twisted into a cold smile. “For all the fuss you've made, how much have you really spent and how much have you actually earned? “Miss Bennett, it

moment of triumph suddenly felt hollow, a slight

met. He didn't need to

seemed to ask, Can I push them even

with subtle challenge, his

Will

answer, just cocked his head, resting it on his hand and rubbing his temple in that familiar, carefree way. It wasn’t exactly a “Yes,” but

could slip

"What

sharp. “You and Mrs. Gray conspired against