The CEO's Unplanned Heir novel Chapter 1072

"Aurelia, what are you getting at? Spit it out," the voice demanded clarity in the tense room.

Taking her time, Aurelia began, "Joyce was Fredric's fiancée. They were supposed to tie the knot on Valentine's Day. But her so-called bestie, Sheryl, ended up in Fredric's bed. Next thing you know, she's on the set, pregnant as can be, to confront Joyce. It was a total scandal. Joyce was humiliated, completely devastated. Sheryl got her fairy-tale wedding to Fredric, living it up in high society, while Joyce spiraled into depression and attempted suicide. Miraculously, she survived but lived as nothing more than a shell, a coma patient, until she passed away without ever opening her eyes again.

Sheryl snatched her best friend's man and didn't feel a smidgen of remorse. She's been smugly reaping the rewards of her victory, scoffing at Joyce's weakness."

She was cut off by Sheryl's interjection, "I haven't done anything wrong. It was fair game. They weren't married, and I had every right to go after the love I wanted."

Aurelia snorted, "Stealing your friend's guy behind her back and calling it fair game? You were banking on a shotgun wedding, weren't you?"

Aunt Harriet chimed in, "Let's not dredge up the past. Sheryl may have crossed a line, but she's married to Fredric now, and they have a family. Why rehash old wounds?"

"Yeah, it's ancient history. But Sheryl couldn't let the dead rest in peace. She had to go and scatter Joyce's ashes to the winds." Saying so, Aurelia flipped on the projector, and a video started to play.

"This is Joyce's grave, desecrated by Sheryl just two days ago. She splashed black paint over the tombstone, smashed the urn, and scattered Joyce's ashes in the bushes. Joyce's family was there, weeping, picking through the underbrush, trying to gather her back up."

The room was filled with murmurs of shock.

Fredric leaped up from his chair, furious, "Sheryl, have you lost your damn mind to desecrate her grave. Aren't you afraid of karma?"