Chapter 618
Chapter 618:
As for the man, he stood paralyzed. Just moments ago, he had been locked in a passionate embrace with his mistress, whispering promises and endearments. But now, as his wife unleashed her rage, he said nothing. He trembled where he stood, too cowardly to lift a finger or speak a word in the mistress’s defense.
Adah couldn’t resist taunting the man.
“I warned you to find somewhere private, didn’t I? Now look—your wife caught you red-handed, and your mistress is getting her face bashed in. Still feel like kissing her now p>
The man cast her a glance, too embarrassed to say a word in response.
Allan glanced at Adah, something clicking into place. He finally understood. She hadn’t interrupted that couple because she was reckless or impulsive—she had been onto something. She’d realized the man was cheating and had stepped in to expose him. For all her apparent dim-wittedness, she had a sense of right and wrong.
Adah dared a peek at Allan and sighed inwardly. Yes, she had overheard the couple talking and figured out the man was cheating. And yes, she had taken matters into her own hands to teach that unfaithful man a lesson. But that wasn’t the point. The point was to act wild enough that Allan would despise her and cancel their engagement without suspecting her true motives. But then, the man’s wife had shown up and handled the mistress herself, completely derailing her plan. Now that Allan grasped the situation, the irritation in his eyes had vanished. Perfect. All her effort to make him hate her was wasted.
But no one knew what was going through Adah’s mind. All attention remained glued to the chaos still unfolding nearby. The mistress now lay crumpled on the floor, bruised and limp—like a doll tossed aside.
The wife turned sharply, her fury now aimed at the man. He immediately dropped to his knees.
“Sweetheart, I was wrong!” he cried, his voice trembling. “She seduced me—I never meant to betray you! Please forgive me! I swear it’ll never happen again p>
The wife looked at him like he was dirt.
“You dine on luxury and wear designer suits because of my family’s wealth. I lowered my standards to marry you, and this is how you repay me? By cheating? Pathetic p>
Without warning, she spat in his face. He didn’t dare wipe it off. Then came the final blow—she kicked him to the floor and flung a thick envelope beside him.
“That’s the divorce agreement,” she said coldly. “I’d be a fool to believe you again. We’re over. Pack your things and get out of my house today p>
With that, she turned on her heel and marched away, her exit as powerful as her entrance.
The man and the mistress, who had once been wrapped in affection, now picked themselves up and slipped away, humiliated and silent.
The crowd had just witnessed a scandalous spectacle, something straight out of a dramatic film. But instead of leaving now that the scene had ended, they remained rooted in place. Slowly, all eyes turned toward Adah and Allan.
Murmurs rose like a wave of buzzing flies.
“Is that plain-looking girl really Mr. Shaw’s fiancée p>
“Yup. That’s Adah Norris—the bumpkin raised in some backwater village. Just got back a few days ago. Word is, she’s engaged to him p>
“God, can you imagine kissing that face p>