Chapter 5

People in the crowd started whispering.

Sybil’s smile became even bigger.

She quickly posted on Twitter with a photo of the two of them kissing.

“Mr. Cavendish, let everyone know I am your woman, alright? That way, shameless people won’t try to get close to me.”

Rupert did not reply, letting all the doubtful and challenging looks land on me.

He waited for me to plead with him.

He stepped closer and spoke softly in my ear.

“Primrose, I wonder if Grandma uses Twitter?”

I pushed him away with no emotion and walked straight toward Sybil.

I lifted my arm and slapped her.

Everyone gasped.

Only Rupert’s smile grew deeper, thinking my slap came from jealousy.

Sybil reacted and was about to hit back, but Rupert stopped her.

“That’s enough. You, a mistress, dare to touch my wife?”

“If you really dare to touch my wife, you’ll be blocked everywhere.”

That was exactly how he was.

When he wasn’t bored with you, he treated you like a queen.

When he was bored, he tossed you aside without care.

“Wife, I knew you cared about me.” Rupert held my hand, his face full of pleasing smiles.

“I’ll cook for you after we go home.”

I couldn’t handle it anymore and yanked my arm back, dumping a cup of wine over his head.

I spoke, word after word, “No thanks, I feel sick just seeing you.”

“Knowing you was the worst thing that ever happened to me.”

He rubbed his face calmly.

“Wife, you are still mad. I will not bother you. Go back first, do not upset the child.”

I paid him no attention and left.

Outside the door, the cold wind cleared the built-up anger inside my chest.

I got on a plane to another country without turning around.

From that day forward, Rupert and I never met each other again.

That night, staring at a table of cold dishes and a phone he could not reach, Rupert felt a wave of worry.

Hearing the door open, he hurried out at once.

“Mom? Is that you?” His mother did not waste time, laying out several pictures.

“This is Miss Madeline, who is the daughter of the Holden Family...”

“They’re all good women. Most important, as long as you don’t have any outside children, they will not care how many women you keep outside...”

Rupert looked confused.

“Mom, if you only come to stir up problems, leave right now.”

“I plan to see Primrose’s grandma tomorrow. I have no time to handle you.”

His mom gave him a confused stare.

“Didn’t you both already get divorced?”

“Also, Primrose’s grandma died yesterday, didn’t you hear?”