Chapter 3 Indignant Wife

Yvonne went red as a cooked crab.

I was going to keep exposing her past, but then someone shoved me down to the ground from the back.

I crashed my head against the corner of a table before I fell, and something warm trickled down my face. Blood. The pain was making my head spin, and I closed my eyes.

When my eyes snapped open, the first thing they saw was a finely dressed woman smashing a piece of cake into my face. "That is hogwash! Yvonne is of noble stock, but you are not! Your blood is filthy! You think a peasant like you deserves Mr. Solomon?"

Yvonne was gloating. "She's right. I got the firm a deal worth 4.5 million dollars in a month. A nanny's spawn can never get that kind of achievement. I have a PhD in law from Bullings University."

Yeah, identity theft. They did it through and through.

"Yeah. Know your place, nanny! Stay away from your master!"

"Yvonne, you can't let her stay! God knows what she might do! She's already trying to steal your identity!"

"If she loves the art of seduction so much, maybe she should consider prostitution."

I looked at Salazar. His face was a mask of ice, and he was swirling his glass of wine like this was not his business.

"Remember what you promised me when you tried to make me your girlfriend? That you'd love me forever. That you'd protect me forever. And now you're letting them humiliate me?"

That wiped off his mask of indifference, but it did not change his attitude. Icily, he said, "This wouldn't have happened if you had never crashed this party."

That emboldened Yvonne. "He told me you tried to seduce him all the time, but he always let it slide because your mother worked for his family for years. Still, calling him a criminal is too much. I hereby announce that Tamara Sheffield is fired! We do not keep any ungrateful bastards in our ranks!"

Ungrateful bastard, huh? I looked at Salazar.

"Are you really sure Yvonne's the one who closed all those deals? You know very well that I'm the one who kept finding clients for your firm. I was the one who worked through the nights sorting out the files. I was the one who snagged ten cases worth at least a million in a row! I was the one who found a foothold for the law firm! Why don't you tell them that?"

There was a hint of wariness and hesitation on Salazar's face now.

But then Yvonne stepped in. "Yes, we let you deal with the clients for the early stages, but it was only training. And you botched all of them. Salazar and I had to clean up your mess for you."

To my surprise, Salazar actually believed that story. He believed that the cases only fell into their laps thanks to his and Yvonne's unrelenting efforts. And his face fell.

"I've spoiled you too much, Tamara. To think you'd try to steal Yvonne's credit."

The disdain everyone had for me was growing palpable at this point.

"She's an errand girl, and she thinks she can steal Yvonne's credit. What a worm."

Salazar held Yvonne's hand. "Resign right now and hand over Mr. Sheffield's number to Yvonne. Or else we reserve the right to sue you for defamation."

The icy winds froze my heart all over. So the man I shared a bed with for five years had been plotting against me all along. They wanted to steal the biggest cases from me. The ones that could make them nearly three million, each.

There were three of them too.

This was a plan years in the making, and all because he wanted to please his mistress.

I shook my head and clicked my tongue. Pity his schemes would fall apart like a house of cards. His family was beneath mine. He had no idea that Mr. Sheffield, the richest man in the city, was my grandfather. I was from that very family. And the client was, of course, my grandfather himself.

And now it was time for me, the true heiress, to deal with this imposter. I smiled. "Of course. A minute. But do you really think you can close this deal? The client is the richest man in the city. I won't stop you from kicking me out after you used me, Salazar, but nothing good will come to you. Also, I'll email you the papers."