Chapter 903:
Evita was convinced Madisyn would be in pain. In her mind, the fault lay entirely with Madisyn—it was her responsibility to keep a tighter grip on her man. The memory of Andrew sending a bandage to her at the restaurant lingered in Evita’s thoughts, convincing her that he must harbor some feelings for her. Men in powerful positions often operated with subtlety, but Evita had picked up on the cues from Andrew. That was all the assurance she needed to take such a daring step.
Evita gazed at Madisyn with a mix of pity and condescension. “A man as exceptional as Andrew isn’t someone you can hold onto forever.”
“Oh? Is that so? Are you saying he’s fucked you?” Madisyn shot back bluntly.
Evita’s cheeks turned a faint shade of pink. Nodding slightly, she replied, “Mr. Klein is in the shower. If you want to save yourself from humiliation, I suggest you leave now.” Evita waited, fully expecting Madisyn to crumble, to fall apart the way her mother had once done. Her father had cheated countless times, leaving her mother to endure a whirlwind of agony—first heartbreak, then a mental collapse, and finally sinking into a pit of numb despair.
Evita’s heart gave a sharp, guilt-laden jolt. She had once loathed the women who lured her father away, but now, wasn’t she treading the same vile path? No, she wasn’t like them. Madisyn wasn’t even married yet! Clinging to this excuse, Evita reassured herself, desperately justifying her actions. Yet, deep down, she harbored a twisted wish for Madisyn to end up just like her mother.
But to her shock, Madisyn’s face betrayed no fury, no despair—just a composed calmness. “Then let’s wait for him to come out and clear this up.”
Panic flared in Evita’s chest. “Madisyn, do you really want to put all three of us in an awkward position? If you leave now, Mr. Klein will still think you’re dignified. I can even say something nice about you to him!”
Madisyn stared at her, incredulous. “Smack!”
Madisyn slapped Evita across the face. Her voice was cold and cutting as she said, “Evita, as a side chick, how dare you say such things? Oh, right, you might not even be a side chick yet!”
Evita pressed her hand to her reddened cheek, her eyes welling up with resentment. Through gritted teeth, she snapped, “Fine, if you’re not going to give Mr. Klein any respect, I will!”
She yanked her clothes from the bed and stormed out of the room. Madisyn couldn’t help but admire Evita’s audacity, striding out of the room with nothing but a blanket wrapped around her. But this also confirmed that she and Andrew hadn’t slept together.
Just as Evita left, the sound of the shower turned off, and Andrew stepped out of the bathroom. He was dressed in a bathrobe, and his damp, tousled hair added to his undeniable charm. Seeing Madisyn, he grinned and eagerly approached her like an excited puppy.
“Madisyn, why are you here so early?”
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