Mom's Nurse, His Mistress, My Revenge - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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The resumes I'd sent out finally started getting responses. One company even called to schedule an interview. I'd just hung up after confirming the details when my phone rang again—unknown number.
Thinking it might be another opportunity, I answered.
"Cornelia!" Brianna's voice sliced through the line, sharp and venomous—nothing like her usual saccharine tone. "Where the hell is Noel? What did you do with him?"
I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. "He's a grown-ass man. Not my problem if he's missing." A beat. Then, ice in my veins: "Wait—you lost him, so now you're harassing me?"
Silence. Then she exploded. "Don't you dare play innocent! I see right through your pathetic games!" Her voice cracked. "Noel loves me, not you! You're just his guilt trip, Cornelia. Get over yourself!"
Outside my window, Noel was still planted on the sidewalk like a lost puppy. Exhaling sharply, I rattled off my address to Brianna. "Save the drama. Your boyfriend's been camped outside my building for hours. Come drag him away yourself."
Twenty minutes later, Brianna stormed up, yanking at Noel's arm. He didn't budge.
"She's playing you!" she shrieked, mascara smudging. "This is what she does—weaponizes your guilt! Open your eyes!"
Noel wrenched free. "Rian, enough. Nellie's family. And thanks to you, she's hurting. Instead of fixing it, you're making it worse. Listen to yourself!"
"Family?" Brianna let out a broken laugh, tears streaking her cheeks. "She's the reason we're not together! She ruined us! And now she's—"
"Shut. Up." Noel's voice went arctic. "Nellie's my wife. The only woman I love. We're not divorcing. We're never happening. Drop the fantasy."
A crowd had gathered, murmurs rippling through them.
"Damn, the mistress showed up here? Bold."
"Someone needs to slap that homewrecker into next week."
Brianna paled. When Noel didn't defend her, she fled, sobbing.
That night, my phone blew up with videos. Each one showed Brianna torturing Mom—slapping her, hurling insults, pouring scalding water while Mom screamed. Worse? Brianna laughed, like it was some sick game.
I shook violently, Mom's cries shredding my soul.
Then the final text hit:
[Cornelia, bet your mom looked disgusting rotting for days. Did they even clean her up?]
Thinking it might be another opportunity, I answered.
"Cornelia!" Brianna's voice sliced through the line, sharp and venomous—nothing like her usual saccharine tone. "Where the hell is Noel? What did you do with him?"
I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. "He's a grown-ass man. Not my problem if he's missing." A beat. Then, ice in my veins: "Wait—you lost him, so now you're harassing me?"
Silence. Then she exploded. "Don't you dare play innocent! I see right through your pathetic games!" Her voice cracked. "Noel loves me, not you! You're just his guilt trip, Cornelia. Get over yourself!"
Outside my window, Noel was still planted on the sidewalk like a lost puppy. Exhaling sharply, I rattled off my address to Brianna. "Save the drama. Your boyfriend's been camped outside my building for hours. Come drag him away yourself."
Twenty minutes later, Brianna stormed up, yanking at Noel's arm. He didn't budge.
"She's playing you!" she shrieked, mascara smudging. "This is what she does—weaponizes your guilt! Open your eyes!"
Noel wrenched free. "Rian, enough. Nellie's family. And thanks to you, she's hurting. Instead of fixing it, you're making it worse. Listen to yourself!"
"Family?" Brianna let out a broken laugh, tears streaking her cheeks. "She's the reason we're not together! She ruined us! And now she's—"
"Shut. Up." Noel's voice went arctic. "Nellie's my wife. The only woman I love. We're not divorcing. We're never happening. Drop the fantasy."
A crowd had gathered, murmurs rippling through them.
"Damn, the mistress showed up here? Bold."
"Someone needs to slap that homewrecker into next week."
Brianna paled. When Noel didn't defend her, she fled, sobbing.
That night, my phone blew up with videos. Each one showed Brianna torturing Mom—slapping her, hurling insults, pouring scalding water while Mom screamed. Worse? Brianna laughed, like it was some sick game.
I shook violently, Mom's cries shredding my soul.
Then the final text hit:
[Cornelia, bet your mom looked disgusting rotting for days. Did they even clean her up?]
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