A Wedding Night Gone Terribly Wrong novel Chapter 42

The girl was looking at her too. Their eyes met across the room, striking a familiar spark.

It was Winifred. Beatrice had an eagle eye.

Soon, Holden also appeared in her line of sight, walking the exact same path Winifred had just taken.

Beatrice asked, "Iris, did Holden go see his ex-wife?"

Iris trembled at the words.

As Holden approached, Beatrice quickly briefed her in a few short sentences.

"Then what do I do next?" Iris panicked.

To this day, even though she was famous worldwide and adored by the nation, she was still terrified that Holden would be lured away by Winifred again.

She knew better than anyone the feelings Holden once had for Winifred.

Even though Winifred had divorced him and vanished in a faked death, allowing Iris to swoop in, capture Holden's heart, and finally be in love with him as she'd always wanted...

And even though Holden cherished her and spoiled her rotten...

Winifred was still Holden's first love, his unattainable ideal, his ultimate fantasy of a wife.

The moment Winifred reappeared, Holden had sought her out privately, raising suspicions of seduction.

What if he rekindled his old feelings...

"Don't be afraid. You are the one Holden loves; Winifred is already out of the picture," Beatrice said, her expression steady.

Having survived high-society drama herself, she immediately formulated a plan.

"Take Holden over there and test him. Get yourself some peace of mind."

While they plotted over here...

Winifred was met with a challenge over there.

Iris approached Nelly, her voice sweet and coaxing.

This performance naturally alarmed Holden immediately. "Iris, what's wrong?"

Iris, looking delicate and helpless, sobbed softly, "This matter... I wanted to tell you last night when you proposed to me, but... but..."

"But what? Tell me, I'm here for you."

Winifred then saw Holden's gaze split into two distinct paths. One was full of tender, doting concern for Iris; the other slashed toward Winifred with chilling, razor-sharp hostility.

Toward Iris, he displayed the kind of favoritism that said, I will raze the earth and slaughter your enemies for you.

Toward Winifred, it was a viciousness that screamed, I want you dead, torn to pieces, to vent my woman's anger.

It wasn't a pretty picture. Even if she had considered Holden dead to her three years ago and felt absolutely nothing for him, the sight of these two playing their low-brow, toxic games stirred a sudden urge to punch someone.

Her state of mind rippled. It made her irritable, impatient.

However, she could still talk herself down. She was facing the real Holden right now. The true Holden, the un-crazy Holden, was exactly this arrogant, domineering tyrant. He protected his woman, and he wanted to destroy her to vent Iris's frustrations.