Later, after digging up information about the man, the phone rang. Victoria’s lover spoke, arrogant and sharp:
“Don’t threaten Victoria with divorce to break us apart. I don’t care at all!”
“Status means nothing to me. The illegitimate child has inheritance rights, and all of Victoria’s love and money are mine.”
Her money? A curious claim for a mistress. This was no low-level affair—it was a declaration of war.
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“Only shallow men like you cling to titles!” she sneered.
“I’m giving you the title now, so keep quiet and stop interfering with me and Victoria.”
Her words carried not the tone of a mistress but of a wife ordering me into silence.
Her arrogance came from Victoria’s blind devotion. My chest burned. I gripped the phone until my knuckles whitened.
“If you were truly capable, you wouldn’t crawl to me like a clown!” I roared.
“And Andrew—my status wasn’t handed to me by you. It’s something you could never earn, even if you begged the heavens. You think I value what you don’t?!”
The mention of Andrew stung her. She snapped back in fury:
“You’ll pay for that! I’ll prove just how much your wife loves me!”
She hung up.