Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 92 She's Proud to Be a Mistress

Linda always took care of herself. Even in her forties, she still looked like a total knockout. Maybe that's why Victor was so hung up on her and even had an affair. And why, after all these years, he still wanted her back. Lacey was a spitting image of her mom, but with a twist. Lacey's beauty was all-natural and easygoing, while Linda's was more in-your-face and calculated.

As I strolled over, Linda was sipping her coffee. She spotted me and her eyes locked on. She took another sip and set the cup down.

I plopped down across from her, and the waiter swung by. I ordered a latte.

I had no clue how to start this convo. I had a pretty good idea of what was coming, but I had to play it cool until she laid it all out. So, I just gave her a weak smile.

But Linda wasn't here for small talk. She cut straight to the chase, "I know you went to the hospital a few days ago, and I know your test results. If you don't want Ethan to be without descendants, you should leave him soon." I was floored for a sec, feeling a chill run up my spine. It was clear they'd been watching me all along. Creepy as hell.

I tried to keep my cool, and after a bit, I met Linda's intense stare and said coldly, "So, is this how you forced Ethan's mom back then?"

Linda's face twisted for a moment, but she was tough and quickly put on a smile. "Forced? If she couldn't keep her man, that's on her. If she couldn't hold onto his love, who else is to blame?"

Linda seemed pretty proud of her journey from mistress to wife.

I scoffed, "Yeah, keeping my man is all about my own skills. But it looks like you're eager to help your daughter snatch my husband now."

Linda probably didn't expect me to clap back. After a few seconds of stunned silence, she sneered, "Lacey is a capable girl, beautiful and talented. You, a poor, divorced, and infertile woman, are nothing to us."

Since Linda laid it all out, I had nothing to lose. I took a deep breath and said firmly, "Ethan is my lawful husband. Unless he doesn't want me, I'm not leaving. If your daughter has what it takes, let her compete with me fair and square. Are you here to bully me because you think your daughter can't even compete with me and needs your help?"

Linda's face turned dark immediately. Before I could react, she picked up her coffee and threw it at me.

Luckily, I closed my eyes in time. The coffee didn't get in my eyes, but it drenched my hair, flowed down my face, and soaked my white clothes.

People at nearby tables turned to look, whispering. I didn't need a mirror to know I looked like a mess.

hair. Through the blur, I saw Linda's smug face, her hand holding

was,

man's jacket was draped over me, covering the stains on my clothes. "Aunt Linda, acting like this makes you

to Linda. Even though he called her "Aunt Linda," his tone was icy and

up. Her usual good-woman facade crumbled, and she

said to Linda, "Aunt Linda, you need to understand that

head. I had argued for a long time without hitting the main point. The fact

and

we walked out, I could feel the stares from behind. Jason let me sit in his car first, then he went to a nearby convenience store

wipes in his hand. He took out a wipe, turned my face, and started cleaning the coffee off my hair and

a word, but his actions were gentle, and the tenderness made the hurt in my heart swell. My eyes felt a bit teary. I tried hard to

you leave?" I broke the

with you, and I doubted she just wanted to chat over coffee. So I waited in the car for a bit. When you didn't come out for a while,

hand and shrugged, "No biggie. I don't care. She can't hurt me. I'm not

bag, and went out to throw it away. When he

apologized, "Sorry for

shook his head and gave a faint smile. "It's cool. I took the day off

day off? For what?" I

he stepped on the gas, speeding up a bit. "Go home, clean up,

to the villa, I took a quick shower, changed my clothes,

of a hill, he bought

the cemetery and to a gravestone. The woman in the photo on the gravestone looked a lot like

years abroad,

some things are just out of your control. I'm sure she

of his mom's gravestone for a while, then moved to another grave and

told me this was Ethan's mom's grave. There was a relatively fresh bouquet in

in this world, the only people who would remember Ethan's mom