Chapter 132
Lillian’s eyes were bloodshot with rage, a tempest brewing behind her tear–stained face.
How could this have happened? Wasn’t it Brielle who was supposed to face this ordeal?
Her vision began to blur as she struggled to focus on Aubree’s features.
Aubree stood confidently, hands on her hips, draped in a figure–hugging red dress that flattered her every curve. She couldn’t help but erupt when she saw that damn video. Tonight, she was already at Tequila Sunset when she caught sight of Lillian’s entrance.
“Who was it that plucked you from the orphanage, huh? Have you forgotten that the Haywoods. put food on your table and clothes on your back? And this is how you repay them? Stealing Bri’s fiancé and encouraging him to break off their engagement? You’ve really lost all shame. Calling you a tramp is a compliment. Look at yourself in that video, acting so cheap. So that’s what Spencer is into, huh?”
Those words cut deep, and the onlookers recoiled. They all knew the Clements family’s adopted daughter, and they didn’t dare to step forward to defend Lillian, since she was clearly in the wrong. If they spoke up and got slapped, what then? Aubree was clearly out for blood tonight.
So, the crowd did the only thing they could they watched the drama unfold.
Lillian felt like her
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wanted to retort,uth was full of blood blisters, her eyes red hot and fixed on Aubree. She
wanted to retort, to curse this woman and Andrew for their sordid affair, but her chest shook violently with humiliation, and not a single word could escape her lips.
She wished she had never set foot in the VIP lounge that night, so she wouldn’t have to face. such a public disgrace.
Hatred consumed her, all because of Brielle.
Her lips trembled, her teeth biting into them until they bled. She wanted to dispute the video, but it was too clear–cut. Anyone with eyes could see it was real. Brielle had destroyed her, utterly and completely.
Lillian felt as if the sky was falling. She needed to get out of there, to stop the assault on her dignity. She fled like a clown, clutching her purse, almost running from the scene.
The eyes that followed her seemed to strip away her last shred of self–respect. It was over. Everything was over. She couldn’t understand how it had come to this.
Her phone rang, and she was too afraid to see who it was. Wiping her tears, she finally pulled out her trembling phone.
It was Miranda. She must have seen the video too. The phone felt like it was burning her hand,
and she was tempts to throw it away. But it rang persistently, like a death knell. The
Haywoods had been so good to her, providing her with everything. How could she explain herself?
Chapter 132
Lillian was at a loss, her teeth chattering.
Hiding was not an option. She had to face them. Her reputation was already in tatters, and she could no longer hold her head high in their social circles. Maybe, just maybe, the Haywoods” feelings for her would prevail, and they wouldn’t turn her away completely.
Lillian hailed a cab to the Haywood estate, the ride there an agonizing torment, as if she were in a frying pan. Standing outside the Haywood residence, she hesitated to enter. After a long inner struggle, she pushed through the door, tears streaming down her face in a sorry cascade. Her reputation in society was beyond saving. She had to make sure her benefactors were on her side. After all, she wasn’t married to Spencer yet. Even with his generous support, a man’s favor was fickle and could change overnight. So, before anything was set in stone with Spencer, she had to hold on tightly to the Haywoods.
“Miranda, I’m so sorry. It was a moment of foolishness. Spencer was so heartbroken that night, and we… we drank too much,” she sobbed, attempting to pin their indiscretion on the alcohol.
Miranda and Robert remained silent, their faces unreadable. The video had spread like wildfire, and now everyone in the Beaconsfield social circles was aware of the scandal.
While the society ladies she once mingled with were labeling her as foolish for letting an outsider snatch away her future son–in–law, Miranda looked at Lillian’s tearful face and. remembered the diary. There was a flicker of pity within her.
“Lillian, when exactly did this all start?”
