Lahat ng Kabanata ng Scorned Wife No More: A Queen Pampered by Three Tycoons: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

“Then… should we continue to reach out to Zoe?” The assistant asked cautiously.“Of course we should.” Timothy’s eyes turned cold and sharp. “She is the key to Barrett Group’s entry into the global home furnishing market. Prepare a generous gift immediately and go to the competition organizing committee to get her private contact information. No matter what she wants—luxury cars, mansions, or company shares—as long as she agrees to join us, I’ll give it all to her.”He paused, his tone turning arrogant and dismissive. “As for Mia… well, she’s just playing hard to get. She’s nothing but an orphan who can’t make it on her own. Without me, she’d have nowhere to go. She must be hiding in some cheap hotel, waiting for me to discover that agreement and come begging her to return. Let her play her games. Once she’s suffered enough out there and seen how harsh the world can be, she’ll come back on her own.”In his eyes, Mia was nothing more than a woman who was good at housework and pleasing h

Mia was also surprised. Patricia had mentioned that her birth family ran a small business. Maybe they’d emptied their savings to book this restaurant especially for this reunion. Sadness rose in her chest. “I can’t let them see me like this.” Mia looked down at her slightly faded cotton dress—the old dress she’d worn for three years to save money for Timothy and play the role of a good wife.“Come on! We’re buying you new clothes!” Gina grabbed her hand and rushed toward an exclusive shopping mall in the city.Under Gina’s insistent urging, Mia emerged from the fitting room in a champagne-colored silk gown with an open back—minimalist in design yet exuding quiet luxury. The moment she stepped out, every sales assistant in the boutique held their breath.The elegant color perfectly complemented her delicate skin, and her bright blue eyes sparkled under the lights. The refined grace she had suppressed for years suddenly blossomed forth in full radiance.The woman in the mirror was no lo

The crowd parted like waves as Timothy strode forward. He wore a perfectly tailored dark suit, but his emerald eyes were frosted over. His presence alone seemed to drop the temperature in the mall by several degrees.Shelly’s face transformed instantly upon spotting him—her earlier arrogance melting into surprise.She rushed to his side, latching onto his arm and pointing at Mia. “Timothy! Perfect timing! Look—that bitch Mia stole your money to buy this expensive dress! I’ve got the manager dealing with her. You should make her return every cent and have her thrown in jail!”Shelly shot Mia a triumphant smirk, clearly expecting Timothy to applaud her efforts.Maya glided forward, her face arranged in a mask of false sympathy. “Tim, Mia has always lived a simple life. Suddenly spending this much on a gown does seem... strange. But perhaps she has her reasons. Maybe we shouldn’t make a big deal out of it.”She made it sound like a plea for mercy, but the real message was clear: Mia had s

At the mention of checking the surveillance, Shelly’s face turned pale, and she instantly hid behind Maya.Timothy’s gaze fell on Mia’s injured wrist, and a burst of rage exploded in his chest. He knew Shelly had a bad temper. Whenever she and Mia argued before, he’d always brushed it off as trivial bickering, staying silent or smoothing things over.But he had never imagined that Shelly would dare abuse her influence in public, bullying his wife in such a despicable way. And never once had he witnessed this: gentle Mia, standing her ground.“No need for the surveillance cameras.” Timothy turned around, his sharp eyes aimed straight at Shelly. “Apologize to Mia.”Shelly was stunned. Timothy had never looked at her with such coldness. “Timothy… you’re making me apologize to her? I’m your cousin! You’ve changed! You never treated me like this before!”“I said apologize. Now.” Timothy’s voice was low, but filled with unyielding fury.Shelly flinched in terror. Staring into Timothy’s murde

Timothy’s hand froze mid-air. His fingers trembled, aching to brush against the bruised skin of Mia’s wrist, yet before he could make contact, she pulled away.“Don’t touch me.” Her voice was flat, cold as ice. That impenetrable wall of distance sent an unfamiliar surge of irritation through Timothy’s chest.“It’s badly hurt. Stop being stubborn and let me have it treated.” He frowned, his emerald eyes smoldering with repressed emotion. “And Mia, this little game—disappearing, waving divorce papers around—it’s gone on long enough. I defended you at the mall and punished Shelly. Enough with the tantrums.”“Tantrums?” Mia laughed—a sharp, bitter sound, as if she’d just heard the most absurd joke. She lifted her head, her gaze locking onto the man she’d loved for three years. “Timothy, you think I’m playing hard to get? I signed that agreement. It’s clear. We are divorced.”“That was your unilateral decision!” Timothy’s tone hardened instantly. “I didn’t sign it, so it’s invalid. Besides,