Chapter 62
“Mrs. Wallace seems to be in a foul mood.”
She pulled out a chair without waiting for permission and sat down, crossing her legs with ease. Madame Rima followed suit, settling beside her daughter with the same air of entitlement.
Cassie’s fingers curled around the strap of her bag.
Of all the people she expected to see at this moment, these two were the last. And judging by the victorious glint in their eyes, they had no intention of leaving anytime soon. They would savor this–every
second of it.
“Well,” Mirriam continued with a snicker, exchanging an amused glance with her mother, “I think I know exactly why you’re not in the mood.”
They laughed softly together.
“Who wouldn’t be upset seeing her husband distracted by another woman?” Madame Rima chimed in, still chuckling as she cast Mirriam a playful look.
“You’re cruel, Mirriam. At least give the poor girl a moment.”
Their words dripped with mock sympathy–each one carefully chosen to wound.
Cassie remained silent, her gaze steady and unflinching. But beneath the surface, everything was coiling
tight.
“It was so easy, Cassie,” Mirriam scoffed, a short laugh escaping her lips.
“Stealing your husband was a piece of cake.”
Cassie didn’t flinch. Her expression remained calm, almost indifferent–an infuriating contrast to Mirriam’s glee.
“You only had a free taste, Mirriam,” Cassie replied evenly, though her jaw tightened.
“You don’t own the entire cake. Just like you said–you just had a piece.”
Mirriam’s smile widened, fueled by the challenge.
“Oh, but I’m only just getting started, Cassidy.” She leaned back in her chair, reveling in her own words.
“Zandrie Wallace, surprisingly, doesn’t want to leave my side.” Her eyes glittered.
“When was the last time he went back to you?”
She didn’t wait for an answer.
“Almost a week ago?” Mirriam continued, tilting her head mockingly.
“Aren’t you curious where he’s been staying all this time?” Mischief danced openly across her face.
1/3
Cimpler 62
+25 Bonus
Cassie said nothing. There was nothing she could say–no reaction she was willing to give. A silence stretched, taut and deliberate.
“You’ve seen the footage, surely,” Madame Rima cut in smoothly, her voice laced with disdain.
“I trust you’re not foolish enough to misunderstand what it means.”
Cassie finally lifted her gaze, cool and unwavering. Across from her, Mirriam and Madame Rima watched closely, as if waiting for the precise moment she would fracture.
“Well,” Cassie said lightly, a faint smile curving her lips, “my husband is just a normal man.” She tilted her head, her tone almost amused.
“He’ll indulge in any free meal offered to him–even if it doesn’t quite meet his standards.”
The casual remark struck its mark. Mirriam’s confidence wavered, just for a split second.
Both Mirriam and Madame Rima shot her razor–sharp glares, but Cassie remained unfazed. She had no patience for their theatrics–but she would not allow them to push her into silence either.
“And I don’t care how many days he’s away,” Cassie continued evenly.
“Because no matter where he strays, every road he walks eventually leads back to me.”
“Such arrogance,” Madame Rima muttered, lips curling into a disdainful smirk.
Mirriam’s smile softened, almost sweet.
“Do you really think I’ll stop at just a taste?” She leaned forward, eyes alight with ambition.
“My dear Cassidy, I won’t stop until I take him from you completely. Watch as I become Mrs. Wallace. The wealth, the power, the privileges–every last bit of it will be mine.” Her smile widened.
“Soon enough, Zandrie Wallace will divorce you.”
Madame Rima chuckled, joining her daughter in shared triumph.
“Hahaha!”
Then–unexpectedly–Cassie laughed too.
It wasn’t brittle. It wasn’t forced. It was low, genuine, and entirely unfamiliar to them.
“Well,” Cassie said as she rose, slipping her bag over her shoulder, “enjoy dreaming.”
She paused, casting them one final glance.
“Let’s see if CEO Wallace’s paycheck is enough to turn your fantasy into reality.”
With that, she turned and walked away, leaving them no time to respond.
Her mood was completely ruined. Everything had been proceeding according to plan–until Zandrie
2/3
+25 Bonus
decided to take an unnecessary detour.
“If I see you right now,” she muttered under her breath, anger simmering, “you’re getting an earful you. won’t forget.”
Her footsteps were sharp and heavy as she strode down the hallway toward her hotel room. She was rummaging through her bag for her keycard when a sudden grip seized her arm.
“Divorce him.”
The voice was dark–dangerously so.
Before she could react, her back hit the wall, a solid frame boxing her in. His presence was overwhelming, heat and fury radiating off him.
“Divorce that bastard, Cassidy,” Ashton growled. “Or I swear I’ll make him regret ever cheating on you.”
“What are you doing?” Cassie snapped, bracing her palms against his chest, trying to shove him back.” Let go of me, Ashton.”
But his grip didn’t loosen–if anything, the storm in his eyes only intensified.
****tbc****
COIN BUNDLE: get more free bonus
Comments
Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter. With a flair for crafting emotionally intense plots and unforgettable characters, she blends love, desire, and drama into every story she writes. Cedella’s storytelling style is immersive and addictive—perfect for fans of heated romances and heart-pounding twists.

Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Bound By A Broken Night