Lahat ng Kabanata ng MY UNGRATEFUL HUSBAND DIDN’T KNOW I AM THE TYCOON’S DAUGHTER: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Caroline was immediately rushed to the hospital, where doctors attended to the injury on her forehead. After receiving proper treatment, she sat on the hospital bed, her face partially wrapped in bandages, her expression filled with anger and humiliation. The sting of what had happened still burned deep within her. Clenching her fists, she looked at her mother and Alan, her eyes blazing with vengeance. “This isn’t over,” she said firmly. “I will make her pay for this. I promise you—I’m going to have my revenge.” Alan, however, didn’t seem as concerned as she expected. Instead, he let out a short laugh, shaking his head in amusement. “Honestly,” he said mockingly, “you should go look at yourself in the mirror. Audrey really did a number on you.” Caroline’s expression dropped instantly. She stared at him in disbelief, clearly hurt by his reaction. “Seriously, brother?” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “This is how you repay me? I was trying to defend you—stand up for yo

She began to circle around me slowly, her heels tapping rhythmically against the floor. Each step felt deliberate, calculated, like a predator toying with its prey. The constant motion started to make my head spin. “Would you stop pacing?” I said, my voice edged with irritation. “You’re making me dizzy.” She paused briefly, then placed her left hand across her stomach as if steadying herself, while her right hand lifted into the air, almost theatrically. Her posture changed, like she was about to deliver a grand speech. “You know,” she began, her tone smooth and deliberate, “people talk about the tycoon’s children everywhere, social media, television, newspapers… you name it.” She started walking again, slower this time, her gaze drifting as though she was reliving every detail. “They talk about how these mysterious children control their father’s empire remotely,” she continued. “The Williams family… praised, admired, speculated about. Some say the children are brilliant, e

I slipped out of the house in a hurry, clutching the file that I had carefully tucked inside my bag. My heart was racing, not just because of the urgency of the situation, but because I knew that what I was about to uncover and reveal could change everything. I had made up my mind that I wouldn’t keep Jasmine in the dark any longer. She deserved to know the truth, no matter how complicated or unsettling it might be. Without wasting another second, I pulled out my phone and sent her the address Kevin had given me, asking her to meet us there. A few moments later, she replied with a short acknowledgment, confirming she was on her way. By some strange coincidence, Jasmine and I arrived at almost the exact same time. I spotted her just as I was stepping out, and we exchanged a knowing look, one that carried both curiosity and unease. Neither of us spoke as we made our way inside. Kevin must have been watching for us because the moment he saw us, he stood up and walked briskly in our dire

I cleared my throat softly, trying to mask the tension building inside me. “Um… I’m sorry for interrupting,” I said politely, forcing a calm tone. “I’ll just step out and come back later.” Before I could turn and leave, Michael’s voice stopped me. “Come in, Audrey,” he said warmly, a bright smile spreading across his face. “We were actually just talking about you.” I hesitated for a brief moment, then stepped inside slowly. My movements were measured, cautious. I forced a faint smile onto my lips, though it didn’t quite reach my eyes. Without saying much, I picked up my cleaning tools and began tidying Alan’s office, acting as though I were completely focused on my work. As I moved around the room, Michael began speaking again, this time, praising Alan openly, right in front of me. He placed a friendly hand on Alan’s shoulder and spoke with admiration. “You’re really lucky to have a boss like Alan,” he said, turning slightly toward me. “He’s a very good man.” I paused for a spli

I adjusted the worn cleaning cloth in my hand, smoothing it out as I moved quietly along the corridor. My steps were soft, almost soundless, my head slightly bowed—just as I had trained myself to keep it. In this building, I was no one of importance. Just the cleaner. Invisible. Forgettable. Someone people passed without a second glance. And that was exactly how I needed it to be. Remaining unseen had become my shield, my protection in a place that had once been mine in every sense of the word. I slowed to a stop when I reached Alan’s office. The door was slightly ajar, left half open as it often was. That in itself wasn’t unusual. What made me pause… was the sound coming from inside. Laughter. It was light. Easy. Familiar in a way that felt distant now—like something I had once known but no longer recognized. My fingers tightened instinctively around the cloth, the fabric twisting slightly under my grip. For a brief second, I told myself to keep moving, to walk past like I alw