Mrs Young could only sit down grimly on her gold cushion, her stiff posture betraying the storm raging within her. Over and over again, she replayed the night’s events in her heart, each memory cutting deeper than the last. The laughter, the gasps, the stinging humiliation—it all refused to fade. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the same scene unfolding, relentless and cruel.Mrs Mickelson had looked at her warily afterward and kept her distance, as though she were some unpredictable animal. That alone unsettled her. She had been trying to decipher the reason behind Mrs Mickelson’s outburst, an interruption that had completely derailed her carefully laid plans to teach that little brat a lesson. Things had not gone as intended, not even close.For a long time, Mrs Young had considered herself in charge of her fate. She had plotted and schemed her way through life as though her survival depended on it—because it did. To her husband, she was pure, innocent, and naïve, a woman inc
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