Semua Bab The Mistress’s Regret After Demanding I Kneel and Apologize: Bab 1 - Bab 9

The woman saw my expression harden, and her smirk turned even more vicious."What, scared? You should feel lucky I spilled my drink on you. It's probably the closest someone like you will ever get to the Winslow family. I could have made you wipe my shoes clean in front of everyone. Consider yourself lucky I have class."I've never been one for public confrontations, but her arrogance was beyond absurd."You're the one in the wrong," I said coldly. "Even if you really do come from old money, you don't get to make someone else apologize for your bad behavior.""Because I am Mrs. Winslow!" She slapped her handbag against her lap. "I am Vera Rossi! Who in East Harbor society hasn't heard of my name? Forget an apology. I could have you thrown off this flight, and no one would stop me."When I heard that name, it finally clicked.Vera Rossi had gained a modest following on social media by flaunting her bay-front villa, private chef, and charity gala invitations.I couldn't care less about w

After landing, Vera, Mrs. Howard, and I made our way to the private arrivals exit.A black company sedan was already waiting at the curb, its silver emblem glinting under the lights and drawing plenty of stares.I recognized the plates instantly. It was registered under the Winslow East Harbor division.I was about to step forward when a man with slicked-back hair climbed out of the car, walked right past me, and went straight to Vera.His face was plastered with an obsequious grin."Mrs. Grant, you must be exhausted from the trip."Mrs. Howard's voice pitched up immediately."Mrs. Grant, look how much Mr. Grant adores you. He sent a company car just for you. Very few people in East Harbor get picked up in one of these. It proves you're the one closest to his heart."The flattery clearly pleased Vera.She gave a poised smile. "Mrs. Howard, I'll remember that you spoke up for me today. I'll have Noah take a look at your company's proposal."Mrs. Howard's eyes lit up. "That would mean th

Before Noah could respond, Vera jumped to his defense."Who do you think you are, spouting nonsense like that? Everyone in East Harbor's social circles knows my husband runs Winslow Holdings. There's a limit to how far you can push this scam."Mrs. Howard was quick to back her up."This woman is clearly unstable. Call airport security and have her removed before she causes another scene."Seeing the dark look on Noah's face, Luca marched up to me and shoved me again.I was already unsteady on my feet. I fell backward and hit the ground, the pavement scraping my palms raw.Luca loomed over me."I've seen plenty of women like you. Mr. and Mrs. Grant are both here. You don't get to make a scene."I fixed my eyes on Noah, jaw clenched so tight I thought my teeth would crack."Noah. You're not even pretending anymore, is that it?"Noah murmured a few words to calm Vera, then walked over to me.He crouched down, his voice dropping low enough that only I could hear."Since you've figured it o

Noah clung to his last scrap of composure and ground out the words."Fine. Since you all know, let's just get divorced. Fifty-fifty on the marital assets. I'm not asking for more."My father gave a cold scoff."Fifty-fifty? You think the Winslow legal team would leave the family trust exposed to someone like you?"But Noah seized on those words as if they were a lifeline, growing even more brazen."Your lawyers are irrelevant. We didn't sign a prenup when we got married. You can't deny that. Once this goes to court, the marital assets are fair game."Looking at the ugliness he no longer bothered to conceal, I suddenly remembered what my parents had insisted on before the wedding."Noah, what makes you so certain you never signed one?"To ease his insecurity about joining the family, my father had transferred a bay-front villa, a luxury car, and a startup fund to him before the wedding.That day at the family attorney's office, Noah had signed page after page, smiling and saying the Win

That evening, I lay in my suite at the East Harbor Bay hotel.I picked up my phone and found it flooded with news of the airport spectacle.Bystanders had recorded the whole thing. Footage of the moment my father stepped into Vera's livestream shot straight to the top of every trending feed.Vera's account, with its million-plus followers, was permanently banned.People who used to party with her came forward by name. Vera was no old-money socialite. She made a career out of drifting through yacht clubs and charity galas, latching on to married men in exchange for a life of luxury.Several families had been torn apart because of her.In footage shot by bystanders, I saw Vera lying in a hospital bed, her face ashen.She had lost the baby.She and Noah turned on each other completely. After a screaming match at the hospital, she demanded $3 million in damages.But Noah's spending had always gone on cards tied to my accounts. He was only an authorized user.From the moment the airport sce