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.

Given Alicia and Joshua's bitter divorce, she thought he would take

plan had failed

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

snorted in disdain. “You're useless. All those other men… at least their wives

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

couldn't take it anymore. She ran from the room, covering her face with trembling hands, but her burst of impulsive courage vanished as almost quickly as it had

outside the hotel, the 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

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

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

Alicia. Maybe if he could make peace with her,

she didn't notice Caden's black car pulling into

pity: Rachel was little more than a temporary inconvenience in his world. With a disdainful

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

toast, it was a plea for help, a last hold on what dignity he

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

Joshua had struck the first blow, setting off the chain

the truth: Joshua's actions had only cracked the surface. It was Caden himself who dealt the death blow to Randolph's finances, quietly dismantling his empire from

hundred million dollars?” Caden mused, setting down his glass. “That's chump change to me. But tell me, Mr. Gray, what are you going to offer to prove you're

coat pocket and pulled out a worn document,

Randolph said, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. He leaned in, eager to fan the flames

his thumb across its surface. With a satisfied smile, I put the document away. Randolph, knowing the deal was sealed, exhaled

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

the table and settled on Caden, who stood stock still, barely touching his plate. A flash of curiosity crossed

a mischievous smile curling the corners of his lips.

only to have the calls go unanswered. Determined, she set her jaw and took a