The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 132:

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But Rachel still feared Caden deeply, a weight she couldn't easily shake off. Joshua was despicable, but Caden… he was a different kind of ruthless. If she and Randolph were caught up in one of their schemes, the path forward would be nothing short of treacherous.

“Randolph, can’t we find another way?” she pleaded, gripping his arm tightly, her voice shaking with despair. “This deal… isn’t worth the risk we’re taking.”

Randolph’s expression darkened, his patience wearing thin. Her tearful pleas grated on his nerves and he couldn't help but lash out at her. “You have no say in this matter!”

The next instant, he slapped Rachel, knocking her off her chair. She fell to the floor with a thud, a muffled moan escaping her lips.

Her side ached, but she suppressed any sound, knowing she shouldn't scream. Embarrassment burned her cheeks as she slowly stood up, thankful there was no one else in the private room to witness her humiliation.

He slowly sat back in his chair, his gaze cast down, his spirits crushed. He had long since grown accustomed to submission, and with such serious matters at hand he dared not provoke Randolph any further.

Yet as she sat silently, he continued to berate her. “This is all your fault!” I have barked.

Rachel's chest tightened. How could she blame her?

“My fault?” she repeated incredulously, her voice a mixture of pain and disbelief. “I didn't do anything.”

Randolph's taunt cut through her like a knife. "If you hadn't fought with Alicia, none of this would have gotten out of hand."

“Randolph!” Rachel's voice rose with a spark of defiance, her frustration boiling over. “It was you who said you couldn't stand Alicia and wanted to teach her a lesson! I tried to stop you, but you wouldn't listen. Now that things have exploded, you're blaming me.”

“I told you to teach him a lesson, yes,” Randolph growled, eyes narrowed. “But why did you have to involve Joshua?”

Rachel's gaze wavered, flickering with guilt.

told Joshua, thinking it would further humiliate Alicia. Given Alicia and Joshua's bitter divorce, she thought he would take pleasure

plan had

feeling of having been wronged. “I did it for you,” she whispered, her voice shaking

other men… at least their

utterly humiliated, her cheeks burning as if they had been slapped by invisible hands. Her family was not poor, but in recent years their fortune had dwindled. The stability they enjoyed had crumbled like loose stones. Without the safety net of a powerful alliance, she lived in constant fear of being slighted by

take it anymore. She ran from the room, covering her face with trembling hands, but her burst of impulsive courage vanished as almost quickly

cold, biting wind blew through her, leaving her completely sober. The thought of the Gray family's downfall filled her with dread. The judgment of these high society women, these well-groomed vultures, would be swift

be unbearable, it would be like stripping away the fabric that held her together. Without it, she felt as if she could end her miserable existence

them back, burying her grievances deep within. Her mind raced and she was already formulating a plan to

if he

a cab, she didn't notice Caden's black car pulling into

than a temporary inconvenience in his world. With a disdainful look, he continued

the air like thick smoke. He raised his

what dignity he had left. Then, with bitter venom

much then,” Randolph snapped, his eyes shining with indignation. “And now I've fallen right into his trap! “I never thought he’d

remaining impassive. Joshua had struck the first blow, setting off the chain of events that led to Randolph's

Caden himself who dealt the death blow to Randolph's finances, quietly dismantling his empire from within. Randolph

dollars?” Caden mused, setting down his glass. “That's chump change to me. But tell

with despair, bloodshot from sleepless nights and endless scheming. With shaking hands, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a worn document, its edges slightly frayed. I have passed

a conspiratorial whisper. He leaned in, eager to

its surface. With a satisfied smile, I put the document away. Randolph, knowing the deal was sealed, exhaled deeply. A weight had

days, he was able to eat with ease, savoring each bite as if it were the

still, barely touching his plate. A flash of curiosity crossed Randolph's mind. “Mr. Ward,” he asked, frowning slightly, “don’t you like

the corners of his lips. “I’m saving my appetite for something

Alicia's number, only to have the calls go unanswered. Determined, she set her jaw and took a cab straight to the Yates