Chapter 67
Veronica wondered if Heath was planning to keep that piece of paper just to disgust her for the rest of her life. If that were his intention, she had to admit that he had succeeded.
Veronica took a deep breath as she retrieved the paper. She pulled out a lighter from the drawer and burned it down to ashes.
After everything was done, she restored the study to its original state.
Just as she stepped out of the door, she ran straight into Eleanor, who was wrapped in a bathrobe. Eleanor asked, “Why are you here?”
“Why can’t I?” Veronica leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed. She immediately noticed the glaring red mark on Eleanor’s collarbone.
She thought that it was absolutely disgusting and wondered if they were that desperate. If so, why hadn’t Heath divorced her yet?
A flicker of panic flashed across Eleanor’s face. “Veronica, don’t misunderstand. There’s nothing between me and Heath. We’re innocent…
She clumsily tugged at her bathrobe, as if trying to hide herself. The moment she started talking, her tear–filled eyes began to well up performatively. It was as if Veronica had truly pushed her into a corner.
If it weren’t for the present situation, Veronica would have given Eleanor a standing ovation on the spot. The latter clearly hadn’t been given her acting skills for nothing. The ability to cry on cue was not something just anyone could master.
However, it wasn’t much of a difficult guess as to why Eleanor was putting on a show for her. Veronica figured that Heath would be arriving any moment now.
“What happened? Veronica? What are you doing here?” Heath stepped out of his room the very next second, his shirt collar slightly askew. The moment he saw Veronica, his expression faltered.
“What did you do to Eleanor?” he demanded.
Veronica could hardly contain her laughter. “She was running around the house in a bathrobe. What do you think I could have done to her?”
She had returned to her own home, yet both the mistress and her husband were questioning her
presence. If it were up to her, she would never have set foot in this filthy place again.
Unfortunately, she was a step too late.
“Veronica, watch your words.” Heath stood behind Eleanor and gave Veronica a reproachful look. “Eleanor only came to use our bathroom because her place is still under renovation. Stop
CHROMELO
reading Into things.”
“Oh.”
Every guest room in this villa had a private bathroom. Yet, Eleanor had to pick the one in his bedroom. If she recalled correctly, Heath’s bathroom wasn’t exactly gilded in gold.
Veronica’s gaze moved slowly between Heath and Eleanor, laced with a hint of mockery, Heath grew increasingly uneasy and asked, “Did you come back because of what is happening online? I already told you, if you would just focus on your role as my wife, none of this would have happened. Have you learned your lesson yet?”
He had only intended to give her a warning and never expected things to spiral out of control. He had thought of stepping in, but couldn’t find a good moment to do so.
Given the current situation, he could not afford to let the public know that he was married to Veronica, as that would destroy Eleanor’s career entirely.
Fortunately, Archie had his little girlfriend Jocelyn step in and defend Veronica, giving Tate Group a way to respond publicly.
Heath figured that Veronica must have realized by then that she was no match for the powers operating behind the scenes. That must be why she had returned home.
Heath waited for Veronica’s reply.
However, she didn’t bow her head in guilt as she once would. Her clear, unwavering eyes locked onto him, and word by word, she said with perfect clarity, “Heath Tate, I want a
divorce.”
The composure drained from Heath’s face. “Veronica, why are you still stuck on this nonsense? Have you learned nothing from what happened online?”
“Mr. Tate, please get things straight. What happened online was your doing, not mine.
“If I really were your wife, what exactly have I done to deserve this kind of cruelty from you?”
Veronica slowly rolled up her sleeves, revealing bruises on her forearm where small stones had struck her skin. The injuries weren’t severe, but they looked gruesome at first glance.
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