His Side Chick Made Him Dump Me… 100 Times! Now Watch Him Beg! - Chapter 52: Chapter 52
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"I'm warning you—don't touch me."
Ryan looked like he'd been hit by a truck, his face going from green to white and back again—it was absolutely delicious to watch.
Suddenly Maria appeared in front of me, screaming as she raised her hand to hit me, but my bodyguard caught her wrist effortlessly.
All her usual fake sweetness and innocence vanished, replaced by pure trashy malice.
I watched her struggle for a moment, then smiled.
"You wanna hit me? Know your place, you desperate old hag."
But she completely lost it.
"I'll hit whoever I want! You absolute bitch!"
"Men are everything! You're just a wife, and you dare lay a hand on him? Are you bullying him just because he doesn't have parents? I won't let a vicious woman like you succeed!"
SLAP—
Another crisp sound rang out as I backhanded her, satisfied to see her mouth finally shut.
"I'd not just hit him—I'd hit you too."
Seeing both of them frozen in place, I continued.
"Now let me formally introduce everyone to our guest here. This is Maria, who used to supervise the boys' dorms back when Ryan was at Westfield University."
"Now she's our live-in housekeeper who not only cooks and cleans, but also provides 'special services' to the man of the house—with benefits from their past relationship thrown in for free. Talk about bang for your buck."
The crowd erupted in shocked murmurs.
Ryan clearly never expected me to uncover their long history.
His face went white as a sheet.
This gala was packed with the city's elite—Ivy League graduates, old money socialites, major political and business figures.
Suddenly everyone was looking at Ryan differently.
Maria couldn't handle the humiliation and collapsed dramatically on the floor, wailing about her hard life.
Ryan couldn't keep his cool anymore, his rage finally breaking through.
This charity gala—so crucial for Thompson Industries—had become completely unbearable.
Sure enough, he didn't even try to explain himself, just fled the ballroom in a panic.
Maria scrambled up from the floor and hurried after him.
I watched them leave with a cold smile, picked up a glass of juice from a nearby table, and took a sip.
Some people looked like they wanted to say something but held back.
I set down the glass and smiled gently.
"Sorry for the drama, everyone. When I'm officially single again, I'd love to have you all at a Harrison family celebration. We'll make sure to treat you right."
The Harrison family business empire spanned multiple industries with connections everywhere—no one would turn down an invitation like that.
The room filled with compliments and thanks as I made polite small talk before leaving.
By the time I got back to the hospital, I was sweating from pain. Following doctor's orders, I stayed in bed for another week.
With the best medical care and nursing staff money could buy, my body finally recovered.
But I still hadn't received Ryan's signed divorce papers.
Remembering I had some important things to collect, I drove over to the house.
Walking through the front door with two bodyguards, I saw Maria emerging from the bedroom.
It was already 10 AM, and she was wearing a lacy nightgown that was completely inappropriate for a woman her age, her hair messy—clearly just woken up.
When she saw me, panic flashed across her face.
"You..."
I ignored her and walked straight into the master bedroom.
But in the next second, the scene inside made my breath catch.
Ryan looked like he'd been hit by a truck, his face going from green to white and back again—it was absolutely delicious to watch.
Suddenly Maria appeared in front of me, screaming as she raised her hand to hit me, but my bodyguard caught her wrist effortlessly.
All her usual fake sweetness and innocence vanished, replaced by pure trashy malice.
I watched her struggle for a moment, then smiled.
"You wanna hit me? Know your place, you desperate old hag."
But she completely lost it.
"I'll hit whoever I want! You absolute bitch!"
"Men are everything! You're just a wife, and you dare lay a hand on him? Are you bullying him just because he doesn't have parents? I won't let a vicious woman like you succeed!"
SLAP—
Another crisp sound rang out as I backhanded her, satisfied to see her mouth finally shut.
"I'd not just hit him—I'd hit you too."
Seeing both of them frozen in place, I continued.
"Now let me formally introduce everyone to our guest here. This is Maria, who used to supervise the boys' dorms back when Ryan was at Westfield University."
"Now she's our live-in housekeeper who not only cooks and cleans, but also provides 'special services' to the man of the house—with benefits from their past relationship thrown in for free. Talk about bang for your buck."
The crowd erupted in shocked murmurs.
Ryan clearly never expected me to uncover their long history.
His face went white as a sheet.
This gala was packed with the city's elite—Ivy League graduates, old money socialites, major political and business figures.
Suddenly everyone was looking at Ryan differently.
Maria couldn't handle the humiliation and collapsed dramatically on the floor, wailing about her hard life.
Ryan couldn't keep his cool anymore, his rage finally breaking through.
This charity gala—so crucial for Thompson Industries—had become completely unbearable.
Sure enough, he didn't even try to explain himself, just fled the ballroom in a panic.
Maria scrambled up from the floor and hurried after him.
I watched them leave with a cold smile, picked up a glass of juice from a nearby table, and took a sip.
Some people looked like they wanted to say something but held back.
I set down the glass and smiled gently.
"Sorry for the drama, everyone. When I'm officially single again, I'd love to have you all at a Harrison family celebration. We'll make sure to treat you right."
The Harrison family business empire spanned multiple industries with connections everywhere—no one would turn down an invitation like that.
The room filled with compliments and thanks as I made polite small talk before leaving.
By the time I got back to the hospital, I was sweating from pain. Following doctor's orders, I stayed in bed for another week.
With the best medical care and nursing staff money could buy, my body finally recovered.
But I still hadn't received Ryan's signed divorce papers.
Remembering I had some important things to collect, I drove over to the house.
Walking through the front door with two bodyguards, I saw Maria emerging from the bedroom.
It was already 10 AM, and she was wearing a lacy nightgown that was completely inappropriate for a woman her age, her hair messy—clearly just woken up.
When she saw me, panic flashed across her face.
"You..."
I ignored her and walked straight into the master bedroom.
But in the next second, the scene inside made my breath catch.
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