Marriage Lies and a Dangerous Obsession novel Chapter 177

Chapter 177

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Andrea burst into the living room, barely keeping her footing, when Carl snatched up a vase and charged at her, yelling, “I’m gonna kill you!”

Andrea hadn’t expected Carl to be home and was so startled that she turned and ran.

At the door, Andrea shouted to Chloe, “I’ll wait for you downstairs!”

Watching Andrea rush into the elevator, Chloe quickly stepped in front of Carl to stop him.

Carl was still fuming, ready to rush out. “That woman is way too arrogant. She actually had the nerve to break into the Irvine family home!”

Jill snatched the vase from her son’s hands. “Women like her have zero shame–she’ll stoop to anything. Just let her go; don’t get involved.”

Frank’s face darkened with rage as he sat there, seething in silence.

Chloe paused and said to her parents, “Mom, Dad, I’m just going downstairs for a minute. I’ll be back soon.”

She returned to her room, swapped out her clothes, picked up an umbrella, and headed outside.

Her maiden family–the Irvine family–was her lifelong sanctuary, the place she could always rely on if the world turned its back.

Her loved ones were her ultimate safeguard–no one was allowed to cross that boundary.

There was no way she’d ever let Andrea set foot here and disturb her family.

It was late at night, with a light rain softly coming down.

Andrea was standing by the grassy area near the entrance to the Irvine neighborhood.

She’d left her umbrella at Chloe’s doorstep when she rushed out, and now she was drenched, a total mess from head to toe.

Andrea watched Chloe strolling over slowly with her umbrella, and rage just exploded inside her for no

reason at all.

She charged up, shouting angrily, “Chloe, you shameless slut! You keep saying you want a divorce, but secretly you hook up with Ian and fly off to Europe to meet him–sleeping together, too! You swear you’ll leave with nothing, but you even try to steal the birthday present Ian bought for my kid!”

Chloe bent down to put down her umbrella.

She walked straight up to Andrea and grabbed her by the hair,

Slap!

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Slap! Slap!

Slap! Slap! Slap!

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Chloe started slapping Andrea back and forth, left and right, landing each hit with zero mercy.

Andrea kept stumbling backward, totally powerless, unable to fight back at all.

She was bleeding from both her nose and mouth.

After a barrage of slaps, Andrea was so dizzy she couldn’t even stand, finally collapsing into a muddy puddle nearby.

Chloe shook off the sting in her hand, finally calling it quits.

She bent down, picked up her umbrella, and looked down at Andrea with cold disdain.

Chloe warned, “If you ever come after my family again, I’ll smack you every time I see you.”

Andrea, teetering on her soaked high heels, struggled to get back on her feet, looking like an absolute wreck.

Clenching her teeth, Andrea snapped, “Chloe, what I despise most is that smug, self–righteous look of yours.”

“You blocked me in the hospital system so I can’t even book your specialist appointments anymore–All because you lost your own child and can’t stand that Ian treats my son better. It’s jealousy, pure and simple, isn’t it?”

“You hate me for it, and now you’re dragging out this divorce mess just to spite me.”

“Ian knew from the very beginning my kid wasn’t his, and he still chose us over you–even after all that hurt, you still won’t get a divorce?”

Chloe calmly watched as Andrea lost her mind.

She told Andrea, “Sure, things between me and Ian went south partly because of you, but no matter how bad it got, I never blamed you or made you my target.”

All the hurt, all the betrayal–that was Ian’s doing.

Every bit of it was his choice.

It had nothing to do with anyone else.

Chloe looked straight at Andrea and said, “Listen, from one woman to another: Stop counting on men to save your life. Marriage was never the answer for us. If you want a real future, rely on yourself–because honestly, that’s the only way you’re ever going to make it.”

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Andrea scoffed, like Chloe had just dropped the dumbest punchline ever. “Seriously, Chloe, you crack me up. Back when the Irvine family tanked, if Ian hadn’t taken pity and married you, do you honestly think you’d be living large today?”

Looking at Andrea standing there, Chloe was reminded of who she used to be.

Back then, lan was her lifeline–her savior, the only person she thought she could depend on.

Thankfully, she’d woken up before it was too late.

Andrea jabbed a finger at Chloe and snapped, almost hysterical, “Drop the act! You can’t let go of Ian, or the power and status that comes with the Hamilton family!”

Standing in the drizzle, Andrea’s eyes were rimmed red with tears, voice cracking as she lost control. “If you actually wanted to cut Ian out of your life, you would’ve moved abroad for good! You’re just keeping him on the hook, waiting for him to regret everything and come home to you, like nothing ever happened!”

Chloe stood there, steady and calm, umbrella in hand, letting the rain fall all around her.

After Andrea finally wore herself out, Chloe spoke up with icy composure. “I’ve lived in Kingsford my whole life. My family, my friends, my classmates, my job–they’re all here. There’s the breakfast joint tucked away in that old alley, the hot pot place everyone swears by, my old school… This city is where I belong, these streets are my roots.”

She went on, “So why would I ditch all of that for a guy who stabbed me in the back? Why would I leave everything I have here and start over in some place I don’t even know?”

Andrea shot back, “Chloe, didn’t you study psychology yourself? You should know better–if a woman truly wants out, she’d find a way, drop everything, and leave without a second thought. If you really wanted a divorce, you’d have left by now.”

Chloe couldn’t help but smirk. “But I’m not just any woman.”

Chloe met Andrea’s gaze and said, “Giving up everything and running off to some foreign country just because of a loser? That’s not solving anything; that’s just an excuse to avoid reality. You’re punishing yourself for someone else’s mistake. That’s how you end up out of the game.”

Chloe added, “I haven’t wronged anyone. The one who should be out of the picture isn’t me.”

Chloe looked at Andrea, a total wreck–desperate, falling apart–and coldly turned her back on her.

She’d pick herself up, right where she hit the ground.

She was determined to live brighter, to chase even greater happiness.

No matter how close those who hurt her came, she wouldn’t let them near her again, wouldn’t let them mess up her world, ever.

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