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.

Alicia. Given Alicia and Joshua's bitter divorce, she thought he would take pleasure in her suffering. But instead, Joshua still harbored feelings for Alicia, and

had

it for you,” she whispered, her voice

least their wives are by their side. And what do I

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

trying to maintain her composure. But tonight, something inside her snapped, and she couldn't take it anymore. She ran from the room, covering her face with trembling hands, but her

The thought of the Gray family's

basked in the glow of attention, smiling despite the sting of his snide remarks. Losing her dignity now would be unbearable, it would be like

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

if he could make peace

hailed a cab, she didn't notice Caden's

pity: Rachel was little more than a temporary inconvenience in

lit private room, Randolph's frustration hung in the air like thick smoke. He raised his glass to Caden

a plea for help, a last hold on what dignity he had left. Then, with bitter venom in his

indignation. “And now I've fallen right into his trap! “I never thought he’d

took a slow, measured sip of his wine, remaining impassive. Joshua had struck the first

actions had only cracked the surface. It was Caden himself who dealt the death blow to Randolph's finances, quietly dismantling his empire from within. Randolph had no idea who was the

down his glass. “That's chump change to me. But tell me, Mr. Gray, what are you going to offer to prove you're serious

nights and endless scheming. With shaking hands, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a worn

said, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. He leaned in, eager to fan the flames of Caden's well-known grudge against Joshua. “Mr.

picked up the document, rubbing his thumb across its surface. With a satisfied smile, I put the document away. Randolph, knowing the

ease, savoring each bite as if it were the first proper meal he had

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

chuckled softly, a mischievous smile curling the corners of his lips. “I’m saving my appetite for something a little

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