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“Because I choose to! If her own husband won’t support her, who will? You think everyone’s like you, chasing after any man you see, shamelessly flirting with another woman’s husband, and flaunting it in

front of his wife? Quinn deserves respect.”

“You, voul” Getty was livid, rushing toward Abigail as if to attack her.

Thankfully, others in the room quickly intervened, holding both women back from escalating further.

Suddenly, someone announced, “Alexander is here!”

The office fell silent for a moment as all eyes turned towards the entrance. Alexander stood there, hands, in his pockets, dressed in a sharp suit, displaying an air of indifference to the office drama unfolding

before him.

His eyes swept across the room, pausing on Getty and Abigail before finally settling on Quinn, who lowered her eyes nervously under his scrutiny.

Seeing Alexander as a potential ally, Getty limped toward him. “Alexander, you finally made it. Abigail’s always picking on me!” she exclaimed, seeking sympathy.

Seeing Getty’s fawning demeanor, Abigail rolled her eyes, clearly disgusted. “Spare me the theatrics,

Getty. It’s embarrassing.”

Ellis, regaining his composure, stepped forward with a polite gesture. “Alexander, what brings you here?

Please, come in.”

Alexander raised his hand, signaling he didn’t need formalities, and got straight to the point. So,

decision yet?”

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“What do you mean by that, Alexander?”

Alexander’s expression remained impassive as he respond to Abigail. “Exactly what I said, Abigail. You’re out of your league trying to negotiate with me,

“You… Abigail, caught between laughter and anger, retorted, “Alexander, your wife is right here. If you don’t care about her feelings, just get a divorce.

His expression darkened, and his tone became icy, “who are you to her?” he shot back, the tension palpable.

“It doesn’t matter who I am,” Abigail retorted “At least I don’t stand by and let her be humiliated in front of others like some disposable object!”

Alexander responded coldly, “Is meddling in other people’s family affairs how the Vanderbilt’s are raised? If you really wanted to protect her, you wouldn’t have brought her here. Do you think your antics here change anything?”

Abigail was left speechless. She knew Alexander’s disregard for Quinn was profound, and her attempts to defend Quinn only seemed to make matters worse, turning her into a spectacle.

While Alexander had played his part in this thing, Abigail couldn’t help but feel a large share of the blame lay with her, persisting despite knowing the inevitable outcome.

“Indeed, I had overestimated her importance to you. That’s my mistake.” Abigail conceded.

Just then, Oliver burst into the office, breathless as though he had run the entire way.

He approached Abigail directly, “Abigail, enough with the drama. Let’s go back,” he urged, attempting to pull her away by the hand, but she resisted. Abigail simmered with silent frustration, her emotions

bottled up with nowhere to vent.

“Quinn, come here,” Alexander suddenly commanded.

As Abigail turned to Quinn, she shot her a warning glare. “Don’t go over there.”

Quinn stood hesitantly, torn, her eyes flickering toward the coldness in Alexander’s gaze. She took a reluctant step forward.

But Abigail pulled her back. “Everything’s out in the open now. Why go to him? Let Alexander decide today. He should either file for divorce or break it off with that woman. Everyone’s watching; it’s time to show some backbone, isn’t it?”

Chapter Comments

Visitor

Being beat down for a long time, constantly kills the spirit…

Carmen R

yes. stop playing with this woman’s life like she is nothing

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