From Neglected Wife to CEO’s Obsession novel Chapter 132

Marissa’s eyes went wide as it finally hit her where she was. She glanced around, clearly panicking, and dropped her voice to a nervous whisper, probably hoping not to make a scene.

But I didn’t bother hiding a thing. Instead, I made sure everyone could hear me. Why should I keep quiet? I wasn’t the one in the wrong here.

If she was bold enough to come looking for trouble, she better be ready to handle the fallout.

The crowd around us practically buzzed with excitement, everyone inching closer, hungry for gossip and drama.

Marissa’s face turned a deep, splotchy red. Her lips trembled as she stammered, “You—you’re making that up!”

I smirked and stepped right up to her. At five-seven—plus my heels—I had at least half a foot on her, and it showed. She looked tiny in front of me.

“Whether I’m making it up or not, Mrs. Thompson, I think you know the answer. Or are you just too scared to admit it in public?”

If she wanted to fight dirty, I’d fight even dirtier. She tried to embarrass me, so I’d go right for the jugular.

My words hit home. Marissa’s eyes flashed with anger. She forgot all about her “respectable lady” act and snapped, “Avery, you bitch! How dare you lie about me in front of everyone? I’ll rip your mouth off!”

Security spotted Marissa getting physical and started toward us, but I shot them a look that said, “I’ve got this.”

She wanted drama? I’d let her have the whole show. Let her make a big enough scene to make up for all the crap she’d put me through these past five years.

Marissa’s hands curled into claws as she lunged for my face, her whole body quaking with rage.

But I’d already seen it coming. I stepped aside and slapped her hard across the cheek.

There were cameras everywhere in the lobby. Witnesses too. Anyone watching could see I was just defending myself.

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