Chapter 295
The private lives of men in power were rarely clean, just well-hidden. Once they had money, many grew tired of the wives who had stood by them during the lean years. Most of them had mistresses, and some had several.
Grace didn’t sugarcoat things. She told the mistress that Edric had spent tens of millions of dollars on his wife’s jewelry and even gotten her pregnant.
The mistress had been with Edric for years. She always said she didn’t want his money, just his love. She barely took anything from him.
She knew how to read a man; how to be soft when he needed it. Edric liked that, and their relationship still had that honeymoon glow.
Women like her, led by love, were easy to set off. All Grace had to do was mention the wife’s pregnancy and she’d snap.
The mistress had been with Edric for years, always dreaming of having a child with him. However, Edric wasn’t dumb. He kept things purely physical, knowing a baby would be too messy. Thus, no matter how intense the romance was, fatherhood was never on the table.
His mistress was lovesick and desperate for something permanent—a baby. But he brushed it off every time, blaming age, health, or timing.
She had even tried ditching protection more than once, hoping he’d give in. Still, nothing ever happened.
Now, suddenly, she heard that his wife was pregnant at nearly 50! That was enough to break her.
Less than half an hour later, she showed up at Edric’s front door. His wife didn’t even know she existed. The moment their eyes met, it was war.
And with Thomson losing it in the chaos, the whole house turned into a scene from a nightmare.
Edric was almost at the office when a call forced him to turn back. Thomson had vanished, and it was all tied to the fight between the two women in the house. He had no choice. He told Nelson to delay the meeting and then sped home.
When he got home, both women looked like they’d gone for a few rounds in a boxing ring.
The moment the mistress saw him, she started sobbing.
Edric’s temples throbbed, and his expression darkened. “Where’s Thom?”
He’d always had a soft spot for his son, spoiling him beyond reason. Why else would he have let him pursue an entertainment career?
In their world celebrities were considered low-tier, but if his son wanted it, he would give his blessing without hesitation. Even after the accident that ruined Thomson’s face, Edric’s devotion to his son
never wavered.
Furious, his wife went on a rampage, smashing anything she could reach. Ten
minutes later, the house was a disaster zone.
Edric’s face hardened. “I told you to watch Thom. He’s not okay. What if something happens while he’s out there alone?”
Yet she wasn’t listening. She was far too gone. The next thing he knew she came at him swinging, and suddenly, they were fighting. The mistress could only stand there,
wide-eyed and helpless.
In the end, the neighbors called the police, and all three of them were hauled off
to the station.
Grace, hearing the news, finally
relaxed and dialed Selene’s number.
With her network, Selene could keep them locked in the station as long as needed. She was the kind of person who had Grace’s back, but the only person she could reach was Damien.
Damien, however…
Selene truly considered Grace a friend. Knowing this was about Lambert Group’s survival, she didn’t hesitate and called Damien.
Damien saw her name pop up and froze. He couldn’t believe Selene was actually calling him. He took a breath, steadied himself, and answered. “Selene?”
Damien hadn’t been calling her “Sis” ever since he figured out how he really felt about her.