You Looked Down on Me Once, Now You Look Up. novel Chapter 76

Patricia looked completely unbothered.

“Marian, go pull up last night’s living room security footage.”

A few taps later, the video was handed to Howard. He watched as Theo dragged Patricia in from the yard and shoved her onto the couch.

Howard’s face grew darker the longer he watched. If this video ever leaked, it wouldn’t just ruin Theo—Newton Enterprises would be in deep trouble too.

Patricia’s voice stayed soft, almost gentle. “So, Mr. Newton, do you still want to press charges?”

She kept her eyes steady on him. “Theo broke into my place and tried to force himself on me. If someone hadn’t come in and stopped him, he’d already be known as a rapist. Even in a marriage, that’s a serious crime these days—let alone now that we’re divorced. Was it really too much for me to defend myself?”

“I’m not the kind of person who likes dragging things out to the bitter end. But maybe you should go home and ask your wife and kids what they’ve been up to,” Patricia said, her tone polite but edged with steel. She glanced at him, thinking of his mother. “Oh, and your saintly mom too—the one always praying for forgiveness.”

“If you want to take this further, Mr. Newton, I’ll see you in court.”

She finished speaking and silence filled the room. Howard just stood there, speechless.

After a long pause, his voice came out cold and clipped. “Jackson, show her out.”

Those last words were as icy as shutting a door in someone’s face.

He’d come here to accuse her, to put her on the spot.

Instead, he’d been outplayed at every turn.

This Patricia… she was more formidable than he’d ever realized.

—

In the back seat of his black BMW, Howard lit a cigarette, his eyes narrowing as he stared out the window.

“Any news on Ruby?” he asked quietly.

The driver took a few seconds to respond. “Not yet, sir. Cloud Peak is the Padilla family’s turf. Police can’t get in, and nobody wants to mess with them.”

“They’re still searching, but only in a small area,” he added.

As he drove, the driver couldn’t help thinking—if Ruby had finally gotten what was coming to her, maybe Mr. Newton would be next. Was it possible that Mrs. Newton, sick of being made a fool, had finally snapped?

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