Chapter 111


    I ignored the knock, as I prickled my arm with the shard to maintain my wits about me. Was the n for


    Lyle to spike my drink and for Crystal to catch me cheating?


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    It was a good n, admittedly. Lyle had never wanted a divorce because he did not want the


    unbearable reputation of leaving his first wife. He was so unwilling that he had gone to the extent of


    fabricating the circumstances of my unfaithfulness topel me to sign the divorce papers. In


    response to my reluctance to do so, they hade up with a n as drastic as this.


    There was no point. After Grandma had heard the uneptable truth at the courtyard, I had already


    decided that I would agree to whatever condition that Lyle woulde up with. But after everything


    that had happened, there would be no way in hell that I would agree to anything he says ever again.


    I had discovered that I loved Christopher and wanted to marry him. Why would I allow my name to be


    tarnished and hinder our future happiness?


    “Yvonne, are you in there?” Came Crystal’s voice again. “Benjamin told me that you were drunk. We’re


    here to check in on you.”


    With an attempt to subdue my panting, I gazed at the wretched figure on the floor and recalled that he


    might possibly be a Mr. Wilson. It didn’t look like he was going to regain consciousness any time soon,


    much less have the strength to get up, courtesy of the bleeding gash on his temple.


    Crystal kicked the door in at theck of a response from me and rushed in at once. “Hey, Yvonne,” she


    shouted, scandalized. “How could you do something like this with Mr. Wilson? How could you betray


    Lyle’s love like that?”


    Oh, what rubbish. Didn’t he already give you his love? I chuckled with a derisive look toward her. “What


    exactly was it that we did?” I asked icily.


    “You… Both of you…” Crystal’s bbergasted expression was priceless to behold, as she probably did


    not expect me to subdue Mr. Wilson. Her mouth dropped open in a perfectly round “O” and could not


    think of anything to say for a very long time.


    A bustle of footsteps came from outside the door as the room filled up quickly with familiar faces.


    Crystal had nned ahead. The people she had brought along with her were all youngsters who were


    experts in turning a hint of scandal and gossip into the gospel truth. Elders who would have a much


    more discerning eye were conveniently absent. However, they too were struck dumb with surprise at


    the sight of the bloody scene before them.


    “What’s going on in here? Yvonne!” Lyle pushed his way past the crowd. He did not look like he was in


    on their charade, but knowing him, it could be anotheryer of deception. Shouldn’t it be the first thing


    he did to remove his jacket to cover up his wife in such a sorry state? To cover up my indecency and to


    spare me the shame?


    I licked my lips, tasting Mr. Wilson’s blood as I cackled. I drew myself up to full height, carelessly


    trampling on the broken shards of ss and blood to walk slowly toward Lyle. It must have been a


    frightening sight to behold, as Lyle flinched at my approach.


    My arm was hurting badly, which was why despite wanting to leap toward my husband and w at him


    in a savage rage, I was unable to. Looking him in the eye with as much sobriety as I could muster, I


    said, “I will never forget the fact that you have spiked my drink.”


    “What do you mean?” Lyle stammered as his eyes widened in shock.


    I felt strange and was about to stab myself in the arm again but a hand caught me by the wrist in a grip


    of steel. As firm as it was, the hand trembled ever so slightly.


    Next, I felt a coat being ced on my shoulders, still blissfully warm from its owner’s body. Looking up


    at my savior, I saw that it was Christopher. He scowled, with eyes glittering with the intensity of glowing


    embers. He lifted his arm and I thought he was going to pull me in for an embrace, but he simply


    yanked the shard of ss out of my grasp.


    “Have a doctor over as quickly as possible,” Christopher turned toward the door and addressed the


    servant outside.


    “Eve, what happened?” Sabrina hurried forward to support my swaying body, looking extremely


    worried.


    “It’s nothing. I have just been taken advantage of by an unscrupulous scumbag.” Leaning against


    Sabrina, I managed to keep my bnce. With a defiant gaze at Lyle, I said, “I’ve told you before, I


    would be willing to sign the divorce papers and be out of your life forever. However, if you were to


    compel me to sign them under by ruining my reputation, I will ensure that this n of yours will never


    come to fruition.”