Selena’s POV 

Despite all my glares, gestures, threats, efforts, Lucy, that ungrateful brat, just wrapped her arms around that good–for- nothing golden spoon and hugged him tightly. 

She didn’t even think about me once. She didn’t think that this action would cost me my marriage with Dan. Who needs a mistress prowling in the shadows when your own daughter is capable of setting fire to everything you’ve built? 

And she didn’t stop at a mere hug. No. That shameless, heartless girl dragged Kaiden into her room and slammed the door shut as if I didn’t exist, as if I wasn’t the woman who’d suffered and sacrificed to secure a place in this mansion. Anger boiled in my veins as I stormed toward her room, hand raised, ready to hammer the door with enough force to make them regret underestimating me–until I heard it. 

A moan. Guttural. Drawn–out. Sinfully deliberate. 

There’s no way someone could be that desperate. No one is that starved for touch unless they’re putting on a show. She must be faking it–there’s no other explanation. She’s doing it to drive me mad, to twist the knife deeper, to humiliate me in my own home. 

Still, against my better judgment, against every ounce of dignity I had left, I leaned in to peer through the narrow crack where the door hadn’t fully latched. 

What I saw made my stomach churn. 

“EW!” I recoiled instantly, jerking away from the door as though it had been laced with poison. The sight scorched itself into my brain like a cruel punishment. 

They were kissing. 

Not some half–hearted peck. No. This was a kiss that reeked of hunger, like two people starved of affection who had just stumbled across an oasis in the desert. Their mouths moved in feverish desperation, like they’d been waiting lifetimes to collide again. It was the kind of kiss that didn’t pause for air, didn’t care for time, didn’t leave room for guilt. 

And I stood outside that door, watching my world crack down the middle–while my daughter kissed the final nail into the coffin of my marriage. 

How could Lucy do that to me? I am the one who brought her to this life. Her life belongs to me. She lives off my name, wears my sacrifices like accessories. She has no right to be that selfish. 

And Kaiden, that overgrown parasite with his hollow charm, had finally proven what I always knew–he was nothing more ⚫ than a walking scandal in designer clothes. I shouldn’t have brought Lucy from boarding school. That girl gets kicks from 

ruining my marriage by always seducing the son of my new husband and Kaiden is like the perfect bait she could ever find. 

My fingers curled into fists so tight, my nails bit into my palms. The surge of rage I felt wasn’t just heat—it was volcanic. It bubbled under my skin, pulsing through my temples, coiling in my chest like a caged animal begging to be released. I wanted to kick the door open, storm in, drag Lucy out by her hair and slap that smug, spoiled look off Kaiden’s face until it was red with regret. 

I wanted to break them. 

Tear every piece of furniture in that room apart. Burn the sheets they rolled around in. Rip the curtains down and scien loud enough to wake the dead. 

My blood boiled. My jaw clenched so hard, I thought I’d chip a tooth. All I wanted to see was the red, red blood of both of 

those bastards. 

They didn’t just cross the line–they spit on it, laughed in my face, and danced across it like nothing mattered. 

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Chapter 96 

But I didn’t move. I didn’t kick that damn door. I didn’t barge in and commit the kind of stupidity that would make tomorrow the worse. 

Because I’m not stupid. 

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Because I know what happens to women like me when they snap. No one would listen to my side. No one would care about the years I clawed my way through to stand where I do now. The world would call me hysterical. Jealous. Evil. I’d be the villain. And they? They’d be the tragic lovers, star–crossed and misunderstood. 

Disgusting. 

I sucked in a deep breath and took a step back. My body trembled with the restraint it took not to act on every violent instinct. 

“Let them have their moment. Let them play house in secret shadows.” My inner self said to me to calm me down. “This isn’t over. They may think they’ve won tonight but that’s not the end. We don’t lose. Not without turning the board over and setting the whole game on fire.” 

They’ll regret crossing me. 

Both of them. 

I stormed down the hallway, each step hitting the floor with the weight of my fury. My heels clacked like a metronome of rage, echoing off the walls, announcing my wrath with every sharp strike. My legs moved with a purpose–to carry me away before I did something that would land me behind bars. But also to help drain the fury that surged through me like a tidal 

wave. 

By the time I reached my bedroom, my breath was shallow, my hands still trembling. I pushed the door open with all my anger, making it bang against the wall. 

“Ahem!” 

The deliberate clearing of a throat sliced through my spiraling anger, snapping my attention like a whip. My eyes darted toward the sound–straight to the bed. 

There he was. 

Our chef, sprawled across my bed like some parody of a romance novel cover. Clad only in his snug boxers, he lounged amongst a scatter of rose petals, a single red rose wedged between his teeth like a ridiculous prop. 

“Hello, sexy darling,” he greeted with a smirk, his words muffled by the thorny stem clutched between his lips. 

Today was both the unluckiest and luckiest day for me. Unlucky because of the dramas created by these ungrateful bastards, 

and lucky because Dan was out of the country for a business trip. If not, this drama could have gone even worse, leaving zero chance to save my marriage–my personal ATM machine? 

However, before Dan ‘comes back, I need to fix this. I need to do something. Something very evil. Something that would make Lucy come to her senses. 

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