Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128 

Spencer felt a sharp pang in his chest, a dull ache that made it hard to breathe. His silence was broken by a pitiful hand reaching out, grabbing his wrist. “Spencer, it’s all my fault. I had no idea she was coming over tonight.” 

The words were shameless, and even Tiffanie couldn’t help but snap, “What a tramp! Hooking up with someone else’s fiancé and playing the victim? Disgusting.” 

She even spat on the ground, her face contorted with revulsion. 

Not just Lillian felt the sting, but Spencer’s face turned thunderous. Who was Tiffanie to judge? Wasn’t she just as flawed? 

Lillian, as if frightened by Tiffanie’s brashness, pressed her lips together, holding back words as tears pooled in her eyes. 

Until now, Tiffanie had been oblivious to Lillian’s true colors. Seeing her so brazen in front of Brielle, Tiffanie felt her blood boil. 

“Spencer, what do you even see in her? I recall her grades weren’t anything to brag about, and she’s never held down a real job. Everything she eats, uses, and wears, it’s all thanks to the Haywood family or you. And yet you treat her like some kind of treasure? You must be blind. Brielle, let’s get out of here.” She couldn’t stand another minute in this toxic atmosphere. 

Lillian had no comeback. Tiffanie’s words were nothing but the truth. Her college degree was bought, and her work life was a string of part–time gigs. But did men really care about a woman’s ability? Or was it all about charm and obedience? 

Lillian sneered. Tiffanie was such a fool. The more Tiffanie belittled her, the more Spencer felt embarrassed. After all, a man wouldn’t admit admit they have poor judgment. And Spencer, with his strong sense of male chauvinism, wouldn’t tolerate a woman stepping on his head. 

Sure enough, Tiffanie’s words roused Spencer. He wrapped himself in a robe and strode over, his towering presence overwhelming. “Tiffanie, you’re really asking for it today.” 

But before he could act, Brielle stepped in front of Tiffanie. Spencer’s anger faltered under her gaze, the hurt in his heart resurfacing. “Brielle, who do you think is to blame for this mess? You never loved me.” 

Admitting such a thing was beyond humiliating. His eyes reddened, but he refused to stay and be embarrassed. With a bitter clench of his teeth, he said, “I’ll wire you the money tomorrow, Brielle. You’ll regret this someday.” 

Turning to Lillian, he said, “Get dressed, Lillian.” 

Despite her resentment, Lillian had no choice. She had played the obedient lover for so long, only to see the multimillion–dollar mansion she’d been promised slip into Brielle’s hands. 

Tasting the bitterness of defeat, she shakily got dressed. As she passed Brielle, she couldn’t resist a parting shot. “Without this house, Spencer will buy me another.” 

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