Madam, Your Ex-Husband Is On Call

Chapter 8 The Mistress's Play

Chapter 8 The Mistress's Play

Eleanor couldn't help but feel remorseful when she saw Anastasia's weary face.

"Why didn't you tell me that you were pregnant? If I hadn't taken you out to play... I'm sorry..."

Anastasia's eyes welled up with tears as she forced a bitter smile.

"What does it have to do with you? Beatrice intentionally harmed me. If it didn't work this time, there

would be another chance. The person to be blamed is not you."

Her gaze grew deeper.

The pain lingered in her heart, and she would make Beatrice pay the price.

Eleanor took a deep breath.

"The live videos and photos from that night have gone viral. People are criticizing them.

"Christian is searching everywhere for you. He probably wants to settle things privately as soon as

possible. Anastasia, don't let your guard down!"

Anastasia's eyes flickered. "Don't worry. I'm no longer the naive girl I used to be."

She was sorry if he wanted her to go along with him and clean up the mess. This time she would only

add fuel to the fire.

After Eleanor left, Anastasia took out her phone.

She had dozens of missed calls from Christian, Brian, and even the Patterson family.

She read the hashtags online: "Mistress Forces Her Way into the Noble Family" and "Tragedy on the

Legal Wife, Culprit the Mistress."

There was a video playing from the dashboard camera of vehicles parked around the club.

It showed her waiting there and the moment of the collision, capturing everything in detail.

The comments below were mostly filled with anger and indignation on Anastasia's behalf. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

[This is absolutely inhumane! No one would believe it wasn't intentional!]

[That woman must be the mother of Christian's illegitimate child. She went to extreme lengths just to

reach powers!]

[Anastasia could easily outshine that woman! Is the bastard Christian blind?]

[I feel so sorry for the legal wife. She sacrificed everything and became a doormat. For men, even

outside feces smell like roses!]

[She should be arrested and charged with intentional murder!]

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The online public opinion was primarily condemning Christian and Beatrice.

The stock price of the Patterson Group had also hit a new low.

This incident was a major disaster for the Patterson Group, which explained Christian's urgency.

Even the Patterson Group couldn't control public opinion. The Graves family must have intervened.

Although Baxter had verbally agreed not to interfere, there was no way he would stand idly by.

Very well. Let everyone see what Beatrice was.

After all, it was just a battle of public opinion. She knew how to win.

Didn't Christian think he could dominate the Internet?

She sneered coldly and turned off her phone.

But this was far from enough.

She needed to focus on restoring her health before settling the scores slowly.

Apart from Eleanor and Baxter, no one else knew the true condition of Anastasia's health.

The servants only knew that Anastasia had been in a car accident and was physically weak. They

provided her with the best supplements to help her recover.

Two weeks later, Anastasia had almost fully recovered when she received news from her lawyer that

Christian was refusing to sign the divorce agreement.

She smiled, as this was expected.

If he did sign it, would it prove the rumors to be true?

Anastasia changed her clothes and went out. She was determined to resolve this matter once and for

all.

She sat at a café near the Patterson Group building and watched the chilling words written in red paint,

Murderers Must Pay, on the ground at the company entrance.

The janitor was cleaning the stains.

Her eyes teared up slightly as she knew who was helping her vent her anger.

The Graves family would always be her support!

She had let someone find Beatrice's number before. And now she sent her a message.

In less than half an hour, Christian appeared. He looked weary, and his stern face showed some

annoyance as he headed straight for the café.

Anastasia knew that Christian had eyes everywhere.

Deep and gloomy, his gaze stared at her for a few seconds before he spoke in a hoarse and cold voice,

"Where have you been?"

During this time, numerous troubles had been weighing heavily on him.

Yet, he couldn't find Anastasia at all. It was as if she had vanished into thin air.

Under the pressure of public opinion, Beatrice was taken away for investigation by the police multiple

times.

Christian's lawyer was also extremely busy.

The case was becoming increasingly difficult and troublesome.

Anastasia lowered her head slowly and took a sip of her coffee. Her expression was unfamiliar to him

and indifferent.

"Has the divorce agreement been signed? If you have time today, we'll also take care of the

paperwork."

She didn't utter a single unnecessary word.

Christian glanced deeply at her. He seemed hesitant but finally chose to speak.

"She didn't do it intentionally. Driving rules differ between countries, and she didn't see you..."

Anastasia slammed her coffee cup onto the table and stood up, unable to contain her anger any longer.

She said, "You should know that she caused me to miscarry, and it was also your baby. Should I forgive

her?"

Christian was unable to speak as his gaze became complex.

He paused, then softened his voice slightly but remained cold.

"We will have another child in the future. She was..."

Anastasia couldn't help but laugh and tilt her head back as her chest heaved with anger.

How could she have expected anything from Christian?

How could she think he would show mercy or compassion towards the baby?

She had forgotten he had always favored Beatrice!

Anastasia's gaze turned cold and fierce as she stared at him expressionlessly.

"I forgot! You have your own child. It doesn't matter if mine died."

Christian trembled slightly, feeling a dull ache in his chest as if it had been struck by something heavy.

He frowned and was about to say something, but Anastasia didn't give him the chance.

"Sign the divorce papers, and I'll let her go. Otherwise, I'll make her taste what it will be like to lose a

child."

Her voice was chilling and devoid of any warmth. It was a blatant threat.

Christian trembled. His fierce and cold gaze lingered on her, and his whole demeanor became icy.

"Anastasia, how dare you harm a child?"

He was angry, not realizing Anastasia's expression had become even more contemptuous.

Beatrice had been able to harm her child.

Why couldn't she do the same to hers?

She didn't believe Beatrice was innocent.

Just then, Christian's phone suddenly rang.

He glanced at the name, furrowing his brow slightly before immediately answering the call.

Beatrice's voice came through the phone, crying, "Christian, Charlie is missing! He disappeared in the

blink of an eye. What should we do..."

Christian's gaze locked onto Anastasia.

Ice filled his eyes.

He tried to reassure Beatrice before ending the call, then he fell silent, staring at Anastasia.

His voice was cold.

"Did you do this?"

Anastasia remained silent.

To Christian, her silence was confirmation.

His eyes were full of anger.

"Where is he?"

Anastasia tapped on the divorce agreement document on the table as if negotiating a deal.

She had the upper hand.

Christian gritted his teeth and reluctantly conceded, "Fine, I agree to the divorce."

He grabbed a pen, quickly signed the document, and tossed it back to her. "Tell me, where is the

child?"

Anastasia lowered her gaze and picked up the agreement and her bag.

"Let's get the divorce certificate first. No point delaying it any longer."