Fall For You( Love , marriage and divorce #3)

meeting their contemptuous ga

me without my consent?" Moniq

ed, "Yeah, so?" as she cont

ique smiled politely, saying, "Please

Why should I?" with

nique snapped back. The thre

e lady stated, returning h

o?" Moniqu

d casually, engros

ebody when she's just an abandoned woman," the second l

nton saw in her," added the first, sh

th the honey trap," chime

l. I bet God was having a good la

ined space of the elevator, making

onique, her face burning with th

s, she tightened her gri

. You're squeezi

t her daughter, apolo

red, unaware of the mistre

wife, faced disdain and scorn simply because of her husband and his

o regain composure. The rhythmic repetition of numbers serv

n's smug smile. " Fine, have it your way," she

mix of resignation and d

tage, scoffed. The elevator doors closed, swa

h potential investors, shareholders, and company executive. His multi-billion dollar deal had secured their future, painting the room with an

imself, leaving the party in his vice president's capable hands. Descending the elevator, he fou

a vision in charcoal grey, his

ling her towards him like a cannon ball. He cau

e whispered, burying he

ou too, p

u leave? Why won'

et melody, resonated w

hard look, but she me

ere. Let's make up

park! Let's go together! Ma ma Lou

t was genuine anger. But she didn't care. The only t

"How about you head to the office with Gloria?

omis

.'' He pi

d, beamed. "Okay, Daddy!

their daughter away. The door closed, sealin

arkened. "Follow

lives substantially diminished Clinton's guilt toward Monique. He glared at

as a challenge. "

containing his fury. "Moni

her to a quieter space, but she recoiled,

silence. The facade of their fractured fami

you want?

"What do you think I want afte

ed, Monique. If you

ut him off, her voice cracking. "But I never expe

ed. "What are yo

istress and your bastard son before everyone, what did you think i

ched. "Watch

ss, and a homewrecker. And he, a child of sh

but his anger

ith steel, turned to a nea

man stammered, "

pho

to WhatsApp; the company chat group buzzing with venomous gossi

he secretary who'd posted the most vicious comment, a picture of Monique

a video of the coup

s cheeks as he m

with the discreet photos and video, remained oblivious

.." the secret

o late fo

he other secretary. "Everyone who commented in this gr

ppled through the r

is face gr

, filed into the conference room. Meanwhile, the Wha

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, displaying the company's main WhatsApp group chat in its full, unbridled glory. The venomous words

ed crimson, fingers hovered nervously over phones, and eyes darted about like panicked rabbi

d fury. Her gaze, sharp as an icicle, swept across the assembled crowd, landing finally on the three women who

Her words, crisp and deliberate, hung in the air, amplifying the crackl

on her face, attempted a feeble defense. "Mrs. Beaumont, I..." Her v

the theatrics, Ms. Davies. Your little performance

hrough the room as the scen

criminating screenshots of the purchasing department's WhatsA

y professional community. Mocking taunts about Monique's "pathetic" state, cruel whispers about Sahar

ontorted with a mix of fear, regret, and something akin to disgust. The

predatory smile playing on her lips. "So, tell me," she purred, her voice dece

l aimed at the hearts of everyone present. The sil

anonymity had just become all too apparent. And