THE BILLIONAIRE'S VENGEFUL WIFE RETURNS-Chapter 22: I WANT A DIVORCE 2

MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: BALLERINA YAHEZKEL RAZ.

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Harlow wanted to break Alanis. She wanted to see his icy composure shatter, to strip him of the stoicism he always wielded like armor. In her past life, Alanis had been his family’s puppet. No matter how much she pleaded or how reasonable her arguments, he had always listened to them. Never her.

But now? He sat there, silent, watching the chaos she’d unleashed. He wasn’t defending his family. He wasn’t even intervening.

Was he... on her side?

The thought was ridiculous. Alanis hated her. He had made no effort to hide his disdain.

And yet, there he was, silent and still, letting her have free rein.

"How can you be so heartless, Harlow?" Lia’s voice cut through her thoughts, shrill and full of false innocence. "We’ve done nothing wrong, only been kind to you! Why, George even invited you to the diamond auction next week. That’s not something just anyone gets invited to, you know."

Harlow turned her gaze to Lia, her smile as sharp as a blade. "Do you think the daughter of the richest man in the country doesn’t know about exclusive auctions? Do you think I need your brother’s charity to attend?"

Lia’s face flushed red, her mouth opening and closing as she scrambled for a response.

"You know nothing except food, Lia dear. Stick to that." Harlow’s tone was laced with venom, and Lia’s expression darkened.

In her past life, Harlow had pitied Lia’s insecurities. She had bought her clothes, commissioned jewels, tried to win her over. But no amount of kindness had stopped Lia from stabbing her in the back.

"How dare you speak to her like that!" George snapped, always quick to leap to his sister’s defense.

Harlow’s gaze flicked to him, her eyes cold and calculating. "A man who lusts after his brother’s wife has no right to speak." She had seen the way he looked at her earlier. Plus in her first life, George had proposed sleeping with her.

George’s face twisted in shock, the color draining from his cheeks.

"Big Brother, I would never!" he protested, raising his hands as if surrendering. Then, his expression shifted into something sly. "But how would you know that unless you were thinking the same about me?"

The room went deadly quiet.

George smiled, as if he’s said something big. Harlow rolled her eyes, ignoring his words.

"I won’t be your brother’s wife for long, George," Harlow said, her voice dripping with disdain. "Now, shut up and kiss my feet."

Harlow handed her phone to a servant. "Record this. I want every second captured."

George’s jaw tightened, his pride warring with his growing desperation. And then, to everyone’s shock, he dropped to his knees.

It is because,even if he had pretended like he was embarrasse, he was eager to know what Harlow’s milky skin felt like.

A sickening grin spread across his face as he grabbed her foot and pressed his lips to it, lingering just a second too long.

Harlow recoiled, her stomach turning in disgust. "Enough. Get out of my sight."

George’s grin faltered, but he stood and slinked away, his shoulders stiff with shame.

"Your turn," Harlow said, turning her gaze to Lia.

Lia froze, her face contorted in horror. "This is humiliating!"

"Then leave," Harlow said, her tone indifferent. "But don’t come crying to me when your family’s fortune crumbles." Garth frowned at her daughter. She would make sure this girl beg their family forever. This shame before their servants was nothing, no one of importance knows about it.

Lia’s lips trembled, but she knelt. Slowly, she leaned forward and placed the barest kiss on Harlow’s foot, her face blazing with shame.

The room filled with muffled snickers from the servants, and Harlow’s smile grew colder.

"Laugh," she commanded, her voice ringing out like a whip. "Mock them. Let them feel what it’s like to be humiliated."

The servants hesitated for a moment before breaking into laughter, loud, jeering, merciless. They pointed at Lia and George, their voices echoing off the walls.

Harlow’s chest burned with satisfaction. This was justice. This was the humiliation they had made her endure in her past life, stripped of dignity as the servants mocked her broken state.

"Stop."

The laughter ceased instantly. All eyes turned to Garth.

It was her turn.

The proud Garth of the Hamilton family, the woman who had orchestrated Harlow’s ruin in her past life, was about to fall.

The room watched with bated breath as Garth knelt, her hands trembling as they touched Harlow’s feet. Slowly, with visible reluctance, she pressed her lips to them.

Harlow’s laugh was soft and sharp. "Well done," she said mockingly.

"We have done our part of the deal, it is time for yours." Garth rose, her pride unwavering.

"But when did I ever say I’d sign the deal if you kissed my feet?"

"What?" Garth’s head snapped up, her eyes wide with fury.

"You heard me."

"You... you little fool!" George exploded, leaping to his feet. His hand shot out to strike her, but before he could land the blow, a cold, sharp voice cut through the air.

"Don’t."

The room turned to Alanis, who had risen from his seat. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes burned with quiet intensity.

"Big Brother!" George sputtered. "She’s humiliating us. Your wife is tearing this family apart, and you just sit there!"

Alanis’s gaze flicked to George, his voice low and firm. "Don’t. Touch. Her."

Harlow’s breath hitched. She stared at Alanis, stunned.

What was this?

Even Garth seemed shaken.

He walked toward Harlow, his movements slow and deliberate, exuding an authority that silenced the room. Without a word, he grabbed her hand, pulling her from the table.

"Come," he said simply.

Harlow followed, too stunned to resist as he led her out of the room.

Behind them, Garth’s fists clenched at her sides, her mind racing with fury.

What is he doing?

Why is he protecting her?

Jane trailed after the pair, her own thoughts spinning. The Alanis she knew would never allow anyone to humiliate his family, let alone a wife he despised.

What’s changed?