The Love I Begged For Was Never Real novel Chapter 82

A male colleague who frequented rich kid parties lowered his voice and leaned into the center of the crowd.

“Haven't you guys heard? The Hayes family hosted a massive banquet last month. I have a cousin who was there. Rumor has it that Mrs. Hayes was given a resounding slap across the face by Gideon in public! It looks like that slapped Mrs. Hayes is Nora.”

“A slap?! At the banquet? In front of all those people?”

“Exactly!”

The male colleague wore a theatrical expression, lowering his voice with smug satisfaction as he painted a vivid picture. “I heard it was because Nora was jealous of Giselle and accidentally pushed her.

“Gideon lost his temper right then and there. Not only did he slap her, but he also had two bodyguards in black suits press Nora down by her shoulders, forcing her to collapse onto the shattered glass on the floor to apologize to Giselle!”

A chorus of sharp gasps immediately erupted around them.

“Forced into broken glass? That's way too ruthless!”

“Oh my god, that must have hurt so much. Being humiliated in front of so many celebrities and elites, how could she ever show her face in society again?”

The man curled his lips disdainfully. “That's nothing. My cousin said Nora's legs were bleeding profusely, completely staining her dress red. But Gideon didn't even spare her a second glance. He just scooped Giselle up into his arms and left, abandoning her on the floor for everyone to laugh at. He even publicly called Nora an 'outsider.'”

The few female coworkers who had been slightly envious of Nora just moments ago now had eyes full of contempt and mockery.

“So that's how it is. No wonder she's been wearing long pants every day recently, never showing her legs. She was trying to hide the scars.”

Everyone chimed in, mentally fabricating an incredibly miserable picture of Nora's situation in the Hayes family.

The crowd gradually dispersed amidst a burst of laughter.

Those barbed whispers drifted through the crack in the window, landing with crystal clarity in Nora's ears.

The window slowly rolled up, completely cutting off the noise outside.

A dead silence fell over the interior of the car.

Sitting against the leather seat, Nora kept her gaze fixed straight ahead on the back of the driver's seat. Her expression didn't change at all from the gossip.

She was already used to it.