Falling For My Ex's Uncle - Chapter 83: Chapter 83

When I heard Abigail's words, disbelief washed over my face. But after a brief moment of shock, it hit me—Abigail wasn't the mastermind behind all this. It was Samantha.
Angela's status was too important. Anyone who dared to make a move against her would be an idiot, not to mention someone as powerful as Samantha.
Yet, I never expected her to make such a vile move during her own welcoming banquet. I had always admired Samantha's graceful demeanor, but it seemed she was nothing more than a wolf in sheep's clothing.
What shocked me most was that the first person Samantha targeted was Angela.
She wasn't just going after me—she was striking at my strongest ally, the one who had my back more than anyone else.
Taking her down would be like cutting off one of my arms, all while sending a chilling message to anyone who might dare to defy her.
"You... what do you mean by that?" I asked, feigning ignorance as I looked at Abigail.
Abigail grinned maliciously. "Who told her to be your best friend? She could have been a proper lady from the Adams family, but instead, she chose to play the hero for you. Doesn't she know her place?"
Before I could respond, the door to the room suddenly slammed open with a deafening crash.
Everyone in the room jumped, clearly rattled. It was as if they were caught in the act.
"Who are you calling worthless?" Angela's voice rang out, sharp and filled with fury.
When the others saw Angela, their faces went pale, as though they had seen a ghost. Even Abigail's eyes widened in disbelief as she watched Angela stride toward her.
Before Abigail could even react, Angela raised her hand, and with one swift motion, slapped her across the face.
Abigail froze, unable to dodge. She had never expected Angela to appear completely unharmed, and certainly not to lay a hand on her.
As the few henchwomen behind Abigail hesitated, I snapped the ropes binding me, grabbed a bottle of liquor from the bar, and smashed it on the floor, holding the sharp, jagged bottle neck toward anyone who dared step forward.
These rich ladies had never seen such a scene before. None of them dared approach.
I released the bottle, and the sharp, crystalline sound of breaking glass rang through the room once more. I couldn't help but smile, a devilish grin spreading across my face. I picked up a shard of glass from the floor and walked over to Angela's side.
Abigail's eyes widened with terror. "What... what do you want to do?"
"I gave you a chance," I said coldly, gripping Abigail's wrist. Her other hand shot toward my face, but before she could make contact, she screamed in agony.
A deep red streaked down her pristine cheek, followed by a chorus of shrieks from the others in the room.
I slowly turned around, tilting my head with a smile that was almost mocking. "This is just the beginning. Are you scared now?"
The wealthy women around me were frozen in terror, their faces as if they had seen a demon rise from the underworld. Sophia fainted right on the spot, and a few others scrambled to flee, while the rest were too paralyzed to move.
Less than ten minutes later, Samantha and Alex arrived.
Abigail's face was ruined, and she had lost a lot of blood, but she wasn't dead. Samantha whisked her off to the hotel's medical room.
The injury wasn't life-threatening—I'd left her with a chance. But it would take at least three months for her to leave her room.
I'd always been someone who believed in paying back wrongs, no matter the cost.
When Alex stepped up to me, I was surprised to see a rare look of solemnity on his face. His cold gaze was fixed on me.
Angela wanted to explain, but I stopped her with a gesture. A glance was all we needed to understand each other's thoughts.
We knew each other too well for anything else.
Back at the restaurant, I had already sensed something was off. The seat I usually took was occupied, while the one next to it had a purse placed there. But no one had been sitting there during the meal.
The most telling sign, though, was when the waitress poured us water. Her nervous expression had given her away.
When you're not ruthless enough, when your hands shake—everything falls apart.
Before leaving, Angela had given me one last worried glance.
Maybe only the people who care could still see the vulnerability behind my dark facade, knowing I wasn't just the demon I appeared to be.
"Did I ruin your banquet?" I forced a smile, trying to seem casual as I looked up at Alex.
At that moment, I finally understood why he looked so intimidating when he wasn't smiling. We made a rather fitting pair, after all.
One, a seductive temptress with the power to mesmerize everyone; the other, a nightmare straight out of hell.
"I'm sorry," Alex said, his voice low.
I froze, unable to comprehend what I had just heard. Was he really apologizing to me?
Was I hearing things?
He wasn't angry at me for slashing Abigail's face? He wasn't demanding to know what had happened? He was just apologizing?
I instinctively took a step back, my heart racing, my mind trying to catch up with the shock.
Alex, the cunning old fox, was apologizing to me?
I suddenly realized I hadn't considered the consequences of my actions—was this going to get me arrested? Would he distance himself from me completely?
My heart hammered in my chest as a flood of doubt surged through me.
Perhaps I had been too impulsive. I could have swallowed my pride, endured it. But they had crossed a line with me.
For a moment, I forgot that I was still Alex's wife. It was a mistake, but it had felt like the only option.
"I..." I opened my mouth to speak, but Alex interrupted me. Before I could say anything, he pulled me into a tight embrace.
The warmth of his chest against mine made my body freeze, the tension in my muscles melting away in an instant.
Was he trying to sever ties with me? If so, why was he holding me so close? I wasn't deaf—I could hear his heartbeat.
I sighed quietly, trying to push away the thoughts swirling in my head.
"Next time, if you're in danger, just call me," Alex's voice trembled slightly as he spoke. "There's no need to hurt yourself just to get back at them."
I was stunned.
He wasn't saying he was going to break up with me?
"You're not angry?" I pulled away from his embrace, looking up at his face, so strikingly beautiful it almost made my heart skip a beat.
Alex's eyes were dark with disappointment and sadness, and his voice was soft yet firm.
"Did you forget who you are? How could I be angry with you? No matter what you do, I won't be angry."