Dumping Him for His Uncle (Natasha and Zachary) novel Chapter 11

"I'm sure you already know what's going on between Natasha and me, Uncle Zachary." Watching Zachary intently, Matthew pressed on, "With your keen eye, you can surely tell—she's no different from those women who are solely after status and fortune."

When he saw no signs of anger, he continued, "I was with Natasha for seven years. I know all her tricks. She's only trying to get close to you for personal gain. Don't let her fool you!"

Zachary stayed silent for a few seconds, then suddenly chuckled. "So what you're saying is… Natasha's trying to seduce me?"

Oddly enough, if that were true, Zachary found he didn't mind at all.

Matthew nodded eagerly. "Back then, she clung to me relentlessly. Otherwise, I would've never wasted seven years on a woman like that."

His face twisted with disdain, like Natasha had robbed him of time he couldn't get back.

Zachary didn't respond. He calmly picked up his cup of tea and took a sip.

Suddenly, Julian delivered a swift kick that knocked Matthew off his feet. He landed heavily, his hands flying to his chest in utter bewilderment.

"You're a grown man, Matthew. Time to started taking responsibility for your own damn words."

Zachary walked over, one hand in his pocket, towering above him.

"I swear, I'm not lying, Uncle Zachary!" Matthew stammered, panicked by how unpredictably he was acting.

But Zachary didn't hold back. He stepped on Matthew's chest, grinding his heel down.

Matthew gasped, feeling as though his ribs were about to snap.

"I'm a Foster, too. Uncle Zachary, how dare you put your hands on me!"

His face turned red from the pain, but Zachary didn't even flinch.

Then came footsteps from the hallway. Steven appeared with his hands behind his back, stepping into Matthew's line of sight.

"Dad… help me!" Matthew felt like he was on the verge of passing out.

But Steven only scoffed coldly, then turned and walked away.

He had liked Natasha. She was the daughter-in-law he had chosen. And now, after the way Matthew had acted, he couldn't even face her without a flicker of shame.

The butler, Baxter Doyle, couldn't bear to watch any longer. "Mr. Foster Senior, if this keeps up, Mr. Matthew might get hurt!"

"You don't need to worry, Baxter. Zachary knows exactly what he's doing."

Just as Matthew thought he was about to die, Zachary finally pulled back, lifting his foot.

He crouched in front of him, voice low and calm, laced with warning. "If I hear you spreading rumors like that again, Matthew, today will feel like mercy."

It took a long moment for Matthew to recover from the fear clawing at him. And even then, he still couldn't understand what Zachary really meant by all this.

"Mr. Foster, you're going to let him off this easy? He made that whole thing up. People like that are the worst," Julian muttered.

Julian regretted not putting more force into his kick.

"Give him something to remember." Zachary's eyes drifted to the scenery flying past the window.

Julian got the message right away.

…

As the sunset faded, the night swiftly followed.

Natasha was curled up on the balcony lounge chair, the aroma of her scented candles barely perceptible as the flames flickered.

If things had gone as planned, tomorrow would have been her wedding to Matthew. Everyone would have celebrated and cherished their seven years of love.

But only those who had truly been in a relationship knew that for two people to stay together, one had to compromise or make concessions.

Matthew had always taken advantage of her feelings for him, dominating their relationship.

Realizing that she had been wrong about her savior for seven years left Natasha with an unexpected and profound sense of being a fool. But at least she had found out before the wedding, so it wasn't too late.

The cool night breeze made her nose tingle, causing her to sneeze several times. Natasha muttered quietly, "Who's thinking of me…"