Filed to story: When His Wife Can’t Forgive
The woman in pink nestled closer to him, her voice soft but dripping with false guilt.
“Darling, it’s my fault. I never should have asked you to buy me anything. You shouldn’t have hit her.”
The crowd’s buzz grew louder, shock and intrigue written all over their faces.
This… this spectacle was eerily similar to the scandal involving Randolph earlier. The audience glanced at Randolph, who stood nearby, his expression unreadable.
His “first love,” standing behind him, instinctively shrank back, seeking refuge in his shadow as countless eyes turned toward her.
The onlookers’ disdain was palpable.
The man in blue wrapped his arm protectively around the woman in pink, his voice adopting the tone of a classic scoundrel.
“She deserved it. Why shouldn’t I spend a little money on you? What’s her problem, being so damn petty?”
The woman in white-his wife, by the looks of it-was trembling with fury.
“A little money? Tens of thousands of dollars is a little money to you?” Her voice rose, filled with righteous indignation.
“We’re married! That’s our joint property, and you can’t just throw it away on her without my consent. That money must be returned!”
“What on earth are you going on about?” the man sneered, rolling his eyes.
“I work my ass off every single day while you sit pretty at home, and now, you want to tell me how to spend my money? Dream on!”
The woman in white shot back, “Who do you think you are? Once we’re married, the law states that what’s yours is mine. Whether you like it or not, you have no right to waste our money like this! Return the money at once!”
Suddenly, a sharp crack echoed through the air-he had struck her again. The woman staggered back, and he roared, “Shut up! I’ve let you get away with too much already!”
Beside him, the woman in pink whimpered, her voice drenched in feigned remorse. “Darling, I told you not to buy it. Look at how upset she is now!”
Just then, a security guard stormed through the crowd, his voice booming with authority. “Who the hell gave you the right to hit her?” He marched over and pulled the woman in white into his protective embrace. His eyes flared with anger as he addressed the man in blue. “I’ve already called the police. You can’t just assault someone in broad daylight and expect to get away with it.”
The woman in white broke down completely, sobbing into the security guard’s chest as he held her firmly. His gaze dared the man in blue to try anything else.
The man in the blue suit stood defiantly, his voice sharp as he demanded, “Who the hell are you? And who said you could touch my wife?”
The guard’s eyes narrowed, his voice heavy with contempt. “So, you remember she’s your wife? After beating her for the sake of some homewrecker? How dare you call yourself a man?!”
Clinging tightly to the man in blue, the woman in pink whimpered, “Darling, I’m scared… Don’t leave me…”
But the woman in white, her expression filled with resolve, held onto the guard. “I’m not his wife anymore,” she whispered with finality. “I’m filing for divorce. Please, just take me away… I never want to see him again.”
The guard gently cupped her bruised face, his expression softening. Despite the purpling marks, her beauty shone through tragically, far surpassing that of the mistress still clinging to her husband’s arm.
Without another word, the guard lifted her effortlessly into his arms and turned away.
“You had such a beautiful wife,” the guard called over his shoulder. “But you threw her away. Shame on you! If you can’t protect her, someone else will.”
Rage flared in the man in blue’s eyes. He shoved the woman in pink aside, lunging at the guard in a fit of jealousy. The two men locked in a fierce struggle as onlookers whispered in shock. Murmurs passed through the crowd.
“This is exactly like Mr. Gray’s affair,” someone murmured.
“Isn’t it? Everyone in town knows about Randolph and his shameless ex. That woman’s been clinging to him for years-what a slut,” another added with a snort.
“And Randolph’s no better! Didn’t you see how he bought his first love those expensive bottles of wine? He even tried to slap his wife in the process!”
“Disgraceful,” a woman spat. “Randolph and that woman are a match made in hell, if you ask me. But poor Rachel… Such a refined beauty. She deserves better than that asshole. She’ll leave him soon enough!”
The murmurs reached Randolph’s ears, and his face darkened with each word. He grabbed Rachel roughly by the wrist, dragging her away from the scene.
“Randolph…” His first love’s voice trembled as she called out to him, stunned by his sudden departure. She reached out as if to stop him, but Randolph, caught in the weight of public scorn, ignored her. He quickened his pace, forcing Rachel to keep up as the crowd’s whispers chased after them.
His first love bit her lip in humiliation, the crowd’s judgmental stares cutting into her. She hurried away, hiding her face behind her bag.
Alicia stood among the spectators, silently watching the scene unfold with barely concealed amusement.
Just then, a deep voice broke through her thoughts. “Miss Bennett, you’re quick on your feet, aren’t you?”
She spun around, startled, to find Caden standing behind her, his gaze sharp as ever.
Feigning innocence, she blinked up at him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Caden’s lips quirked up in a knowing smirk. “Don’t play coy. Aren’t you the one who hired those actors?”
Alicia’s expression faltered for just a moment. So, Caden had seen right through her scheme.
She tilted her head, sizing him up with her big, doe-like eyes. Caden didn’t flinch under her scrutiny. He let her circle him as if waiting for her next move.
Finally, Alicia paused and asked, “Do you have something on you? How else could you know everything I do?”
Caden’s eyes glimmered with amusement. “It’s not me… It’s something on you.”
“What do you mean?” Alicia instinctively felt for her bag.
“Where?”
Caden smiled when he noticed that Alicia actually believed him. “You can keep searching for it when you get home. There’s no rush.”
Alicia took a moment to realize she had been duped. She rolled her eyes at him in annoyance.
Caden glanced toward a nearby spot. “You still have time to argue with me?” he said in a flat tone. “Mrs. Gray is about to walk out the door. Didn’t you just defend her? Aren’t you going to take this opportunity to claim credit?”
Alicia turned towards the door. Her gaze landed on Randolph and Rachel leaving together, looking quite intimate.
Moments ago, Rachel had appeared utterly pitiful, but now she radiated joy from a simple gesture by Randolph. Alicia’s expression turned cold instantly.
“Trying to claim credit now would be a disaster, don’t you think?” she remarked.
Randolph must have charmed her.
In this moment, Rachel was lost in her happiness and certainly wouldn’t heed Alicia’s advice.
Caden smiled and said, “You’re quick to catch on.” Alicia felt a bit constrained.
After all the bullying Rachel had endured, a single touch from Randolph had made her feel overwhelmingly happy. Alicia chuckled at herself. Before the divorce, Joshua would occasionally make efforts to lift her spirits out of guilt. In those days, she felt a genuine sense of happiness. Did she appear just as foolish to those who were aware of the reality?
After taking a deep breath, she looked around for the temporary actors. She picked up an ice pack and made her way toward them. The group of young people gathered around a table near the back door looked up as Alicia approached. The man in blue was the first to rise.
“How did we do?” he asked.
Alicia responded with a smile. “Great job. Your performance was better than I anticipated.” She quickly assessed the face of the woman in white. It still had a reddish hue.
“Use this ice pack to ease the pain,” she said as she handed it over.
The woman smiled shyly. “It’s nothing. It was loud, but it didn’t really hurt.”
Seeing the eager, sincere expressions of the young workers, Alicia couldn’t help but smile back. Initially, she had promised each of them $10,000, but their satisfaction led her to add another $5,000 to each. Thus, all four of them received $15,000. She transferred the funds directly to them.
They erupted with joy, hugging and kissing her in gratitude.
“Are you doing charity work? You’re incredible!” Alicia chuckled at that.
“My mom used to do charity work,” she said proudly. “Honestly, I’m much stingier than she was.”
The woman in white, who had a great fondness for money, hugged Alicia tightly and planted another kiss on her cheek. The woman in pink joined in as well.
When the man leaned in to kiss her, Alicia raised her hand to stop him. “Let’s not get carried away.” He grinned sheepishly. “Sorry. I’m just really happy.”
Alicia had other things to take care of, so she waved her hand. “I need to head out now.”
Across the street, Rachel stood in the jewelry store, watching the scene unfold outside through the glass, taking in everything that had just transpired. She observed the group of young people bouncing around with excitement.
“What are you staring at?” Randolph shouted. “Come over here and choose something. I’ll buy whatever you like.”
Rachel took his hand and pointed at the group of young people outside. “Randolph, look at that.”
Although he was feeling annoyed, he was intrigued by what it was, so he took a closer look.
“Aren’t those the same people who stirred up trouble earlier?”
“Yes,” Rachel replied. “Why are they suddenly wearing the uniforms from the party?”
They quickly understood that the earlier commotion had been set up by someone. Randolph’s expression darkened as it dawned on him that he had been mocked.
“Who set this up?” he grunted. “Was it the host of the party?”
“I think it was Alicia,” Rachel answered. She remembered how she had seen Alicia transferring money to them earlier.
Randolph didn’t expect that it would be Alicia.
“What does she have against me?” he asked with a grim expression.
Rachel felt just as confused. She had always thought well of Alicia. However, what happened today seemed excessive.
Randolph’s anger subsided as he quickly regained his composure. “She’s Joshua’s ex-wife. Do you think she has some hidden agenda?”
Rachel responded, “You’re close to him. What motive could she possibly have?”
“You can never be sure what’s on someone’s mind,” Randolph replied with a dismissive snort, clearly not wanting to dwell on the topic. “Alicia isn’t as naive as she seems. I’ll have to ask Joshua about her. And you, stay cautious around her from now on.”
Rachel naturally agreed with him. She nodded and said, “Got it.”