All Chapters of Five Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

"Rebecca? Are you kidding me?" Catherine exploded. "What money does she have to buy your clothes? Do you even know who's behind her? It's Mr. Bradford. Without him, she's nothing!"The staff member was unfazed. "Of course, we know she is Mr. Bradford's wife."Catherine held her chin high. "Then why won't you let him order? Do you know who he is? The youngest and most successful CEO of a publicly listed company in Soliaridge. If he wanted, he could buy this entire studio."The staff member nodded politely. "We know.""Then why are you acting like this? You don't want the business?" Catherine's voice grew louder and more arrogant.The staff member glanced between the pair. "We know exactly who Mr. Bradford is, and we also know Mrs. Bradford is his wife. But may I know who you are?""I..." Catherine's smug smile froze. Her voice dropped. "I'm his friend."The staff member gave a small smile, saying nothing more. The message was clear: no dress for her."You said you only do establ

Rebecca woke up early every day.When Vance's message arrived, she was already up and on her way to rehabilitation.This matter was serious. No matter what was happening between them, she wouldn't let the studio suffer.She assumed the clothes had been delivered for her to try on and approve, so she replied: [I'll take care of it.]Scrolling down, she noticed the staff member had messaged her earlier, but the chat had been buried at the bottom of her list. She had been too busy to check.She quickly typed back: [Sorry, I've been out of the country and missed your messages. The clothes are fine. I'll sign for them. Just charge the account.]The studio used a membership system, and she had prepaid a large amount.Then she saw the typing indicator appear. The staff member seemed to be editing a long message. Maybe the balance was low, or they had new designs to discuss.After a long wait, all she got was one word: [Okay.]Another message followed: [Mrs. Bradford, may I ask if you

The next morning, the car issue was resolved.Rebecca and the troupe climbed aboard and headed to the next stop: Venice, the famous city of water, home of those little angel dolls sold everywhere.The moment Rebecca saw the dolls in almost every shop window, she thought of the row of them back home—each one supposedly there so she wouldn't feel lonely.She had once naively believed they were meant for her. In reality, they were for Catherine.Desmond noticed her gaze, asking, "Want to pick one?"She shook her head. The dolls weren't bad; they just carried unhappy memories.Her phone rang with an unfamiliar international number. It turned out to be a receptionist at the hotel they had checked out that morning."Ma'am, you left a key in your room," the caller explained. "Would you like us to mail it to your current address?"Rebecca paused, asking, "Does it have a keychain with a photo of a young couple?""Yes, the lady in the picture is you. We remember your face.""Just throw

Rebecca was frantic, worried about Desmond.If he got hurt, even in the face, he couldn't finish the performance tour.But Vance had gone feral; nothing she shouted reached him.The two men were seconds from a full-blown brawl. In her desperation, she wedged herself between them and told Desmond, "Go back to the hotel."He didn't move, refusing to leave her alone."Desmond, calm down!" she said sharply. "You can't get hurt; even a scratch won't do."He still had shows to perform in the next few days. Any injuries were unacceptable.Her stance was steadfast, just like the old times. Desmond calmed a little, breathing hard and glaring at Vance."Go," she urged.Desmond didn't leave, but he stepped back. "I'll stand right over there. Call me if you need help."Rebecca signaled Helia to pull him away, then released Vance's arm.Vance gave a cold laugh. "What? Afraid he'll misunderstand us?""Not everyone is as filthy-minded as you!" she shot back."Filthy-minded?" he scoffed.

"You're the side piece!" Catherine shrieked from behind Vance.Desmond stared her down. "You think hiding behind that scumbag means I can't reach you? I'll slap any filthy mouth I see—man or woman."Vance's eyes burned. "You want to pick a fight, huh?""You bet!" Desmond stepped forward, shielding the three women. "And you think you're any cleaner? I slapped her for her dirty mouth. For a man who reeks as if he fell in a sewer, I'll do a lot worse."Catherine finally understood why Desmond had slapped her. It was for calling Rebecca a cripple.Vance looked beyond Desmond at Rebecca. "You're really going to side with the man and insult me?"Rebecca looked at the way he was protecting Catherine and couldn't help laughing. "Insulting? Which part? The facts?"Vance's face darkened further. "Do you even hear yourself?""I do," she answered, her eyes stinging. "Aren't you filthy? Desmond, let's go. No point dirtying our hands on garbage."Vance turned livid. "Rebecca!"All Rebecca