Back With A Baby: A Wife's Revenge

ackled with unspoken curiosity as the other women, perched like jeweled peacocks, scrutinized her with r

ck of her heels a defiant counterpoint to the hushed whispers that followed her like a malevolent b

s widened in surprise at the sight of her. Valerie offered a tig

after the sterile atmosphere of the office. She took a deep breath, try

o shake Alexander's carefully constructed foundation. Now, she had to wait

on lights and towering buildings. She pulled out her phone, a photo of a young boy with bright,

iced to protect him from the ruthless world Alexander inhabited. Tears welled up in her eyes at the thoug

sition, Ms. Thompson. Perhaps we can discuss it further." There was no signature, ju

e? An ally or another thorn in her side?

friend with a vested intere

someone who knew the truth about his past? The message sparked a flicker o

e paced the floor, the text message replaying in her mind. She needed to figu

nancial reports, emails, and news articles, all meticulously collected over the past five years. They we

or who he truly was. The contract marriage was a means to an en

solve hardening with each piece of information she uncovered. She wouldn

had a message to send – to Alexander and anyone else who dared to und

ode towards Alan Tower. Today, the stakes were even higher. Today, she would eith

red socialites; instead, a flurry of activity filled the waiting room. Assistants sc

an, pacing back and forth in front of the office doors. He was a man perpetually

e crossed Robert's face. He approached her with a forced s

coolly, returning his chilly gaze. "Seems l

nforeseen complications. Mr. Al

voice dripping with feigned sympathy

g his eyes. "I'm sure you'll hear from him soon, Ms. Thompson." He glan

o dismiss her. "Actually," she said, her voice

wn on a plush armchair. The other occupants of the waiting room stole curious gla

hicker. Robert shot her several disgruntled looks, but Valerie remain

arried-looking secretary. "Ms. Thompson," she said

rious stares of the others, she marched past Robert, who scow

across the desk, and Alexander himself looked like he hadn't slept a wink. Dark

on unreadable. "Ms. Thompson," he said, his v

shutting out the rest of the world. She stood b

nt, thick with unspoken emotions. F

lk," he said,