Chapter 180
Whitney knew the bitter truth – Ludwik didn’t trust her anymore. Her belated affection was lighter than air in
his eyes.
“Elaine, come in!” Ludwik called from the living room doorway.
“Ludwik, wait, let me have a word with Ms. Valentine,” Elaine said, approaching Whitney with a hypocritical
smile,
The living room door closed with a click, and Elaine’s facade immediately darkened, her voice dripping with malice in the dead of night.
“You see, Ludwik swallows every word I say, while he can’t stand the sight of you. Did you hear that? We’re getting engaged! That’s why he’s in a rush to divorce you and kick you out. Don’t you get it?
Clutching at straws to win him back even though you’re staring down a police investigation for that kidnapping? Maybe a few years behind bars will teach you to stay in your lane.”
As Elaine reached for her phone to make good on her threat, Whitney slapped it out of her hand and followed with a stinging slap across Elaine’s face.
No more words were wasted.
Elaine, caught off–guard, clutched her reddening cheek, unprepared for Whitney’s sudden lash out.
“How dare you hit me? You wretch!”
Whitney replied calmly, “I’d think twice about framing me. The deeper the police dig into that kidnapping, the more your dirty secrets will come to light.”
Elaine’s face turned ashen.
Whitney’s smirk grew colder. “You’d best make sure the police keep me out of it.”
“This slap is for the night you stepped on my child, causing it distress!”
As for the rest, Whitney would repay in time.
She lingered for two reasons: to clear her name and to reveal Elaine’s venomous nature to Ludwik. Only then could she hope to win back his heart.
Whitney, with a hidden agenda, narrowed her eyes. “Don’t get in my way, Elaine. If Ludwik’s condition worsens because you can’t treat him, your true colors will show, won’t they?”
Elaine’s face was a stormy canvas.
Whitney’s comeback had hit a nerve. Despite Elaine’s efforts, including secretly consulting top foreign psychiatrists, Ludwik’s insomnia persisted.
Spotting the fear in Elaine’s eyes, Whitney revealed a vial of medicine. “This will help him sleep. Looks like you’ll have to tolerate my presence.”
Elaine sneered, hatred flickering in her eyes. “But Ludwik loathes you. He won’t let you in.”
“I’ve taken your place as the lady of the house. As long as you can endure me sharing his bed every night while you’re left out in the cold with your bastard child, I’m not bothered. Oh, and Ludwik wants that child gone!”
Another slap echoed, Whitney’s hand marking Elaine’s other cheek.
“Have you lost your mind?” Elaine gasped, her face a mix of disbelief and brewing storms. Then, feigning tears, she whimpered, “Ludwik_”
Whitney’s smile was a sharp blade. “Sure, play the victim. I don’t mind adding to my list of sins. Cry too much, and you’ll lose your ‘compassionate‘ appeal.”
Elaine’s hand froze on her reddened cheek.
Ludwik was not in a forgiving mood. A smart woman wouldn’t whine.
Clutching her hand, Elaine glowered. “You’ll see how I deal with you. I’ve got all the time in the world.”
Whitney, unfazed, replied, “Do your worst. A barefoot person has nothing to lose.”
“Enjoy the cold night then. There’s a storm coming.”
Elaine’s mocking laughter trailed behind her as she entered the house, leaving Whitney alone outside.
The lights of the mansion came alive, warm and bright as before, but none of it belonged to Whitney any longer.
At ten o’clock, Whitney saw the light in their former master bedroom switch on. Through the sheer curtains, she saw Ludwik’s tall silhouette, and beside him, the delicate shadow of another almost embracing.
“Ludwik and L, sharing the same bed night after night…
Whitney’s fingernails dug into her palms.
Could it be? Was Ludwik really with her tonight?
Fear engulfed Whitney as she watched.
Inside the master bedroom.
Ludwik stood by the window, his gaze as cold and deep as the ocean floor.
Elaine, perceiving Whitney’s stare from below, deliberately stood close behind Ludwik, their shadows merging.
A vicious satisfaction flickered within her.
As the servants cleared Whitney’s belongings, Elaine feigned sympathy. “Ludwik, I had no idea this was your sanctuary with her. I liked the room, but if it’s too much, I’ll take the quest room next door.”
Knowing Elaine’s affluent background and her need for medical equipment, Ludwik said, “They say you need extra care at night. Stay here.”
“But these are memories of you and her,” Elaine prodded.
Ludwik gaze darkened. “What use are such memories? They’re a farce!”
Taryn, instruct the staff to throw her things out.”
Taryn, witnessing the cold command, felt a pang of regret. How had things between the young mistress and sir turned so sour?
As the last of Whitney’s belongings were dumped at the front door, she recognized her mother’s sketchbook peeking out from a bag.
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