The Rejected Principessa Returns novel Chapter 128

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Since I’d spent most of my time abroad, I rarely showed up in New York. Some didn’t recognize me and were

still spewing nonsense.

“She dares to show her face? After crossing Ethan, not even the cops can save her today!”

Before he could finish, someone gave him a sharp side-eye. “Are you stupid? Don’t you recognize her? That’s

Ethan’s wife-Vivian Blake!”

As soon as my name came out, a few who knew the inside story gasped in shock. “Ethan’s in deep this time. This is gonna blow up.”

Someone asked, confused, “What’s the big deal? Guys like us, it’s normal to keep a few mistresses, right?”

“What’s she gonna do, throw a tantrum? The Grant family has power-if they really divorce, she’ll be the one

left crying!”

The man who knew better rolled his eyes and snorted.

“You think she’s just some random housewife? Her family handed over three hundred million worth of jewelry like it was nothing. You think that’s normal?”

“Ethan was punching way above his weight when he married her.”

Someone murmured softly, “Looks like the skies over New York are about to shift again.”

When Ethan saw me, a flicker of panic crossed his face.

He blurted out, “Weren’t you visiting family back home?”

I folded my arms and sneered. “I thought you were in France closing business deals?”

He clammed up instantly, like his throat had been cut off.

“Vivian, I’m sorry!”

Roxie suddenly rushed out of nowhere, dropped to her knees in front of me, sobbing as if her world had

collapsed.

eyes.

She tilted her neck just enough for the Blue Diamond Necklace to catch the light and stir

“If you’re angry, take it out on me. Yell at me, hit me, whatever you want-just don’t blame Ethan.”

“You called the cops in front of all these people-how’s he supposed to show his face ever again?”

She pretended to be remorseful, but every word was calculated to drive a wedge between us.

I really hadn’t realized before that I’d been bankrolling such an ungrateful, shameless little thing.

And even now, she dared to put on this act in front of me?

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I lifted her chin, and aimed at that affected, contrived face-smack, smack-I landed a few sharp slaps.

“No shame now? Didn’t feel embarrassed doing shameless things with him, but now you’re worried about saving face?”

As the red imprint bloomed on Roxie’s cheek, Ethan panicked and shoved me aside, shielding her behind him.

“Vivian, take your tantrum outside. If you touch Roxie again, I swear I won’t let it slide!”

I let out a cold laugh. “Spare me the romantic hero act. If you really love her that much, why don’t you divorce me and give her a proper title?”

Ethan froze, then frowned and muttered coldly. “If it weren’t for pressure from the family, you think I would’ve married you?”

He put on the face of a man forced by circumstance, like I was the villain wrecking his true love story.

I curled my lip and reminded him kindly. “Did you forget who chased who for five years, practically begging

me to marry you?”

And back then, he hadn’t even met Roxie.

Bringing up the past, Ethan’s face stiffened. His tone turned hard.

“The past is the past. Right now, I only care about Roxie. If you behave yourself, you can still be Mrs. Grant.”

Hearing that condescending tone, I clicked my tongue in disdain. I reached out a hand, and the lawyer who had just rushed in immediately handed the still-warm documents to him.

“I’m not interested in being Mrs. Grant.”

“If being with me is such a burden, then hurry up and sign the divorce papers.”

I looked at Roxie, who was practically glowing with anticipation, and sneered. “A man I don’t want? You can

have him.”

When my assitant handed over a pen, Ethan, who’d been shouting just moments ago, suddenly fell silent.

Roxie tugged on his sleeve and whispered, “Ethan, it’s already gotten this ugly. If you don’t sign, people are just going to laugh at us. Just sign it.”

Annoyance flickered across Ethan’s face. He frowned deeply. “Are you done making a s

divorce over something this minor?”

(ou want a

I slapped him across the face-loud and clean. “Ethan Grant, don’t mistake my patience for weakness.”

“You know exactly what you’ve done.”

It was the first time in his life Ethan had been slapped in public. Rage flared in his eyes instantly.

“You’ll regret this, Vivian!”

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Regret? The only thing I regretted was not seeing his true nature sooner-and being made a laughingstock

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