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.

eyelashes and hair. Through the blur, I saw Linda's

I was, the more helpless I

the stains on my clothes. "Aunt Linda, acting like this makes you look

my shoulders, talking to Linda. Even though he called her "Aunt Linda," his tone was icy and had a hint of

didn't expect Jason to show up. Her usual good-woman

need to understand that you can't even control Richard,

long time without hitting the main

Jason in shock. Until we turned and left, she couldn't find the

out, I could feel the stares from behind. Jason let me sit in his car first,

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

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

familiar license plate and knew she was inside. I figured she had set up a meeting 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, I got worried and came in

used wet wipe in my hand and shrugged, "No biggie. I

wet wipe, tossed it in a plastic bag, and went out to throw it away. When

apologized, "Sorry for messing

faint smile. "It's cool. I

off? For what?"

through a traffic light, and he stepped on the gas, speeding up a

quick shower, changed my clothes, and hopped back in

of a hill, he bought two bouquets of flowers, then drove up the

a gravestone. The woman in the photo on the gravestone

is my mom's death anniversary, so I took the day off to visit her. Over the years abroad, I haven't been able to visit her much." He gave a bitter

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

then moved to another grave and placed the other bouquet

told me this was Ethan's mom's grave. There was a relatively fresh bouquet in front of her gravestone, but I had no clue

this world, the only people who would