Slutty woman

"Woman, it seems like you've lost it or maybe you misunderstood what I said earlier. Lorena's pregnancy kind of happened in a way I can't tell." He frowned.

"Then say it in any form it pleases you, Mr Flynn!" She snapped at him with aggression and bloodshot eyes.

"Do you think am happy to hear this from you? Bringing in your personal assistant from work and claiming she's baring your child. What are you trying to do? Put asunder into our happy marriage?"

Glaring at Lorena, she added, "And you, how long have you been planning to break into your boss's home? You slutty woman. You husband snatcher and shameless mistress!"

"Petrarchan Michael!" He yelled with his teeths gritted in rage of anger. Warning her, "Don't you dare insult my woman. I won't watch you badmouth her in front of me."

Clenching her chin, she scoffed, "What are you going to do about it? Huh? Of course I do know that you don't hit women so are you going to break that record today and lay your hands on me because of this rattlesnake?"

"Now you get this straight," Walking towards her, he smirked. Keeping his gaze at her, "Since it's so difficult for you to believe then I'll tell you."

"Remember my last appointment when I told you I'll be traveling to Spain for a business meeting? Well, I went alongside with my secretary Lorena. The meeting was held in a party ground. I was drugged and ended up mistaking Lorena from you. That was how it all happened."

"No Grayson, I knew she did it." Pointing at her, "She set you up. Desperate women like her are good at spiking people's drink, so they can get what they wanted."

Slapping her hand away, "Be mindful of how you'll cope with her under the same roof or else–" Narrowing his eyes, "I won't think twice before divorcing you and sending you away. Remember you're an orphan, but let me keep on managing you."

Petra widened her eyes in shock, "Wait what? Divorce me for her?"

Ignoring her question, he turned around. Wrapping one hand around her waist, he guided Lorena towards the stairs.

"Nooo!" Clutching her hands on her hair, Petra screamed her guts out, "You can't do this to me, Grayson. What have I done wrong to deserve this? After everything we've shared."

Slumping on the couch, she cried out, "It's just a year of our wedding and you brought another woman. This wasn't what you told me the very first day we met. If I saw this coming, I wouldn't have fell for you, honestly."

..... .... FEW WEEKS INTERVAL ....

Stepping into the mansion, she tossed her bag on the couch and fasten for the stairs. "Oh gosh, how could I be this forgetful. I barely losses memory of things. And this file slipped off my head."

Grabbing for the handrail, she took a deep breath after reaching the peak.

Heading towards the passageway, she bumped into one of the cooks. "Madame, you arrive so early. Hope nothing is the matter?"

"Oh Grace, not really. I forgot to pick up a file I'll be using an hour later."

"Ah, ma'am, you shouldn't have overstressed yourself by coming back home. Instead, you would have called the mansion's phone and make the request."

"Thank you for reminding me about that too but I didn't want to bother you and the others." She chuckled and was ready to take a step.

Grace widen her eyes sharply and stood on her way, "Ma'am...ma'am, why don't I help you get the file while you wait here." She tried to faked a smile but gave an awkward one.

Sensing something suspicious from her tone and expression, Petra cocked her head and frowned confusedly, "Grace, is everything okay with you?"

"Of course ma'am, am fine." She beamed.

"Then let me get through to get it myself. Besides you have no idea where I keep personal things, okay?" Without waiting for her to say anything, she smiled and left.

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