The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 69

Naomi’s face flickered between pale and livid, the delivery man’s words landing on her like a slap. Her colleagues’ mocking glances cut even deeper, stripping away what little dignity she had left.

She was fuming.

Why would Lester send her such an ordinary bouquet? Why embarrass her in front of the whole office?

When had he become so thoughtless—was she now less important to him than a nobody?

“Excuse me, is there a Ms. Scott here?” The delivery guy was growing impatient, calling out again. He still had other deliveries to make.

But Naomi, lost in her own humiliation and anger, didn’t even hear him.

Lindsay pointed her out. “Over there—that’s her.”

The delivery man walked over, shoved the flowers into Naomi’s hands, snapped a quick photo as proof of delivery, and wasted no time turning away.

“These are lovely flowers. They really suit you,” Lindsay said, her tone dripping with implication.

No one could deny that Naomi was beautiful—otherwise, Lester wouldn’t have been so obsessed with her. But that beauty was cheap, just like her mother, who’d made a name for herself as the other woman.

Naomi caught the undertone in Lindsay’s words. Her eyes flashed coldly. Furious, she hurled the bouquet to the floor and shot back with a mocking laugh, “You’re just the orphan the Nelson family picked up. What makes you act so high and mighty?”

“If the Quigley hadn’t taken you in, you’d probably be working the red-light district by now.”

For ordinary people, being pretty could be a curse—especially for orphans.

Lindsay understood the barb perfectly. She smiled faintly, lowering her voice. “Well, there’s no ‘if’ about it. Just like there’s no ‘if’ where you’re concerned—if you weren’t an illegitimate child... maybe your whole life would’ve turned out different.”

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