His Unveiled Passion novel Chapter 13

The night before the hearing, while Tessa was in the shower, the sound of something shattering in her bedroom startled her.

She quickly rinsed off, threw on her pajamas, and hurried to investigate.

The bedroom was empty, but the floor was covered with broken ceramic shards.

Tessa immediately recognized the broken pieces as her mother's ceramic doll.

She and her mom had painted it together at a DIY store when she was 12 years old. It was a light blue Cinnamoroll figurine with their names carefully engraved on the back.

As she looked at the shattered fragments, a wave of anger surged through her, consuming her completely.

"Who did this?" Tessa roared, storming out of her bedroom.

She pounded on the door to Zachary's room across the hall.

"Zachary! Wendy! Which one of you went into my room?"

Zachary opened the door, his eyes clouded with annoyance. "What now? It's the middle of the night.

Can't a person get some sleep?"

Tessa's chest heaved with anger, her eyes blazing. "Zachary, were you in my room?"

"Who else would have gone into your room?" He frowned. "I've been in here working on a contract this whole time."

"If it wasn't you, it must've been Wendy," Tessa snapped, turning and heading straight for Wendy's room without another word.

Wendy's room was at the end of the hall.

Seeing Tessa storm off in anger, Zachary hurried after her. He was worried something might happen.

"Wendy! Open the door!" Tessa shouted, her voice trembling with fury as she kicked it open.

Zachary was taken aback.

Was this really the same gentle, submissive Tessa he had always known?

What could have happened to make her so furious?

Wendy opened the door cautiously. "Tessa, what's wrong with you?"

Tessa grabbed Wendy's wrist and yanked her toward the room.

Wendy struggled, stumbling as she was pulled along. "Let go of me! Tessa, let go!"

Tessa shoved Wendy to the floor.

"Ouch!" Wendy cried out as she lost her balance, her knee slamming into the nearby cabinet.

"Have you lost your mind, Tessa?" Wendy shouted, clutching her injured knee.

"Did you break my ceramic doll?" Tessa's voice was cold as she leaned in. "And why were you in my room just now?"

Wendy's eyes flickered nervously. "I... I didn't! I was in my room the whole time. Don't accuse me!"

Tessa looked directly into Wendy's eyes. "Oh, really? Then, why did I see the hem of your beige skirt when I came out of the bathroom?"

"That's ridiculous! I was wearing my gray dress! This beige skirt..." Wendy's words stumbled out, betraying her before she could stop herself.

She flew into a rage. "Tessa, you tricked me! You didn't even see my skirt, did you?"

Tessa shot her a cold glare. "What about your skirt? Isn't that beige dress the one you just changed into?"

A frosty glint flickered in Tessa's eyes as her voice turned as icy as a midwinter chill. "What were you doing in my room?"

Wendy froze under her piercing gaze, an involuntary shiver running down her spine. "I... I was just... looking around..."

"Why were you looking around in my room?"

Wendy swallowed hard. She was terrified that Tessa might uncover what she had done. "I... I was just..."

"That's enough!" Zachary stepped forward and stood in front of Wendy. "Tessa, stop overreacting. It's just a broken porcelain doll. We can buy another one. Why are you taking it out on Wendy?"