Page 121 of My Ruthless Husband

“Don’t even think about it,” Vicky warns, her voice cold. “Try that again, and you’ll regret it.”

“Whatever.” Melissa glares at her then at me before turning on her heel.

“Wait.” I step forward. “Melissa!”

She turns and my gaze locks with hers.

“You know her?” Matt comes to my side, frowning. I nod grimly.

“What do you want?” Melissa’s words are sharp, her tone laced with bitterness.

I take few steps toward her but Vicky intercepts.

“I know her, Vicky. I want to talk to her.”

Vicky’s eyes trail back to Melissa and they narrow with distrust. “Fine. But she will maintain distance.”

Melissa’s gaze hardens. “Well, you can fuck off with your distance because I’m not in the mood to entertain sluts.”

Vicky and Matt, including the manager attack her verbally.

“I should have smashed the tray into her face after dumping the drinks over her head,” Melissa sneers.

I suck in a breath.

The manager wipes his forehead and looks at me helplessly. “I’m deeply sorry, Mrs. Montgomery. This behavior is utterly unacceptable. She’s terminated immediately. If you wish to press charges, we will fully support you.”

“I don’t know why you’re so upset, Melissa. I... I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

She scoffs. “Well, surprise, surprise. Life doesn’t always go the way you want, does it?”

My brow furrows, concern growing. “What happened, Melissa? How did you end up working here?”

Her lips twists into a sneer. “None of your business. You can put on that innocent and sweet act for everyone else, but you can’t fool me. Deep down, you’ve always been nothing but a spoiled, useless waste of space, thinking you’re better than everyone else!”

Eyes burning with unshed tears, I stare at her numbly.

“Enough!” Matt snaps. “Call the security.”

“I never thought that, Melissa. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel that way.”

Two men in black uniform are suddenly at her side. But she is unfazed. “Sorry doesn’t change anything. Look at you, enjoying the lavish lifestyle while I’m stuck serving entitled brats like you!”

“Wait, please!” I look at the men. “Melissa, please. Let’s talk somewhere quieter. I want to understand.”

Melissa’s gaze turns icy. “I never want to see your face again after what your husband did to me and my family. You’re as vile as he is. Stay away from me!”

My heart stops. A horrible feeling washes over me like a sudden chill, sending shivers down my spine. Like a bolt from the blue, Damian’s words come flooding back to me, as clear and cutting as if he had spoken them just moments ago.

They will pay,he had said, his voice laced with a steely resolve that left no room for doubt.

At the time, I had brushed it off as a mere expression of anger on my behalf, a hollow threat uttered in the heat of the moment. But now, as I stand here face to face with Melissa Thompson, I can’t shake the feeling that there was more to his words than I dared to admit.

The suspicion gnaws at me. Is there a possibility that he played a role in Melissa’s downfall?

It’s a chilling thought. Melissa, the daughter of my father’s business partner, William Thompson, once seemed invincible, like the embodiment of success itself. But if she’s truly fallen, if her life is in shambles, what about her family? William, Richard and Dad built Innovare Dynamics Group together, an empire worth billions. Their partnership isn’t just professional; it’s personal, entwined with our lives. If Melissa’s family is ruined, could it mean the collapse of our fathers’ legacy?

But why would Damian ruin everyone related to Melissa over a stupid incident that happened more than a year ago?

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