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“Honey, | swear | won't do it again! Please, we're in public—have smercy; leavesdignity!” Waldo
begged through his cries.
But Dorsey's eyes burned with loathing. “Make sure he can’t father any more children!”
Rising from Gracie’s abdomen, she slammed down repeatedly, blood pooling beneath Gracie, who was too weak
to beg anymore. Still unsatisfied, Dorsey began tearing at Gracie’s clothes.
“You shameless bitch! I'll show you what happens when you seduce another woman's husband.”
“It’s not my fault—Waldo pursued me!” Gracie protested faintly.
Dorsey scoffed, unconvinced. “Save your lies. You're both to blame.”
She ripped Gracie’s clothes further, exposing her ample chest.
Libby grinned as he filmed the scene on his phone, zooming in on the most humiliating moments.
Waldo fared no better. Dorsey, seeing Gracie near death, turned her fury on him. Curled up on the floor, Waldo
shielded himself with his arms, a familiar stance for someone used to beatings.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Destroy him!” Dorsey ordered coldly. “He’s always stirring up trouble. Better to end his ability to make bastards
who will challenge my kids for their inheritance.”
The bodyguards quickly pinned Waldo down, holding his legs in place. Sensing the imminent danger, Waldo
pleaded desperately, “Honey, please! I'm your husband! If you do this, you're ruining things for yourself, too.
We're married—don’t do this. | swear I'll never cheat again. She is only after my money! Beat her to death if you
must; just spare me!”
Gracie, sprawled on the floor, couldn't move. Despair washed over her. She had planned to marry Waldo before.
Hadn't he said he was single? Who was this woman claiming to be his wife?
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Gracie’s blood drained rapidly, her strength fading, and life itself seemed meaningless to her at that moment.
Dorsey stepped forward, raising her foot to deliver a brutal stomp to Waldo’s groin.
“Hurry, get her inside for emergency treatment!” Brenna, satisfied that Gracie had learned her lesson, stepped
out from the crowd and summoned the doctors and nurses to attend to her.
Gracie felt a cool sensation on her chest and saw Brenna standing over her.
Instinctively, she tried to cover herself, but she was too weak to do so.
Brenna retrieved Gracie’s hat from the floor and draped it over her chest. “Don’t worry; you'll pull through.” As
Brenna spoke, the medical staff tried to whisk Gracie away.
Gracie was afraid that the humiliating scene at the hospital would spread like wildfire through the company.
Clutching Brenna'’s sleeve, she pleaded faintly, “Please... don’t tell anyone at work about this...”
Her voice was frail, and she wasn’t sure if Brenna heard her.
But Dorsey overheard her, her voice cutting through sharply, “You think you can keep this disgrace quiet? I'll
make sure everyone knows exactly what you did!” Meanwhile, doctors tended to Waldo, who was still crumpled
on the floor.
Gracie, overwhelmed by despair, wished she could die. Why was she so unlucky? Ethan had rejected her, so she
had set her sights on Waldo, planning to marry him in a year or two. Her wealth made her a catch, or so she
thought. But Waldo had lied—he was married with kids, not the single man he claimed to be.
Gracie fainted as people wheeled her into surgery.
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