All Chapters of Wrong Woman to Humiliate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

I pulled out my phone and quickly texted my brother, 'You're firing me?' His reply came instantly. 'Who's firing you? I'm still out of town. Sit tight. I'm sending Ryan over to handle this.' I had barely slipped my phone back into my pocket when someone shoved me hard from behind. I stumbled into the doorframe. Vanessa Cross stood there with her arms folded, one brow raised in mock amusement. "Oh? Calling for backup?" Her smile turned nasty. "Let me guess. One of the men who pays for your time?" Then, she sighed dramatically. "Avery, even though we used to be best friends growing up, I still have to say this." She shook her head like she was disappointed in me. "You throw yourself at anything that moves. No shame, no dignity. The company is firing you because they're sick of you turning this place into a circus." I stared at her fake expression and clenched my jaw. Vanessa couldn't find a job when she graduated. She had cried and begged me for help. I was the one who

Ryan arrived in a perfectly tailored suit, radiating the kind of cold authority that made people instinctively step back. "Vanessa's termination was made by the company. If anyone has a problem with it, you can take it up with me." Everyone knew Ryan spoke for my brother. The second his gaze swept the room, the same coworkers who had been screaming insults moments earlier suddenly lowered their heads and went silent. Only then did Ryan step toward me. "Ms. Whitmore, do you need to go to the hospital?" I shook my head. I just wanted to leave. Before we could do so, Vanessa's pitiful voice rang out behind us. "Mr. Lowe, you work directly with the CEO. Why would you personally come all the way here for some branch office issue?" She bit her lip dramatically. "Unless Avery means something to you." Then, she turned to the crowd. "Actually, I've seen them together before. They were alone, grabbing coffee and looking way too at ease with each other." She sighed. "I didn't

Steven stood there in a black suit, the look on his face was cold enough to freeze the air around him. Those sharp eyes, the ones I had only ever seen during business negotiations, were locked on me as I curled on the floor. This was the first time I'd ever seen rage and pain in them. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried enough authority to silence the entire office. Everyone froze. The same people who had been kicking me, insulting me, and laughing at me now stood stiffly in place. Their hands were still raised, but their arrogance was quickly turning into fear. I lay on the floor as blood ran down my forehead and into my eyes. My whole body hurt as if it had been taken apart, and I could feel a dull, dragging pain from my abdomen. Vanessa was the first to react. She immediately released my hair and replaced her vicious expression with a pitiful, innocent look. Then, she hurried toward my brother, lowering her head like a perfect little victim. "Mr. Whitmore, you're m

I used every ounce of strength I had left and slapped Dylan across the face. The crack echoed through the hospital room. His head jerked to the side as he pressed his hand to his cheek, looking at me in shock. My voice shook with fury. "Dylan, get the hell out!" I looked him dead in the eye. "The biggest mistake I've ever made in my life was marrying you." Steven quickly signaled the bodyguards, who then forcefully dragged Dylan out. The moment the door clicked shut, his screaming and desperate pleas disappeared with it. I leaned back against the pillows, breathing hard as a sharp ache spread through my lower abdomen. I stayed in the VIP suite for the next few days. Steven assigned four bodyguards to stand outside my room at all times. Unauthorized visitors were strictly prohibited, no exceptions. After Dylan was fired, he became a complete joke in the industry. His name was blacklisted nationwide, so no company would dare hire him. The network he had spent yea