The Stolen Life- My Mother Gave My Fiancé to Her Favorite Student novel Chapter 60

Alex let out a soft laugh, brushing his fingers lightly across Sophia’s cheek. “Don’t pout, my wild kitten,” he said, voice indulgent. “Let’s open the dance floor.”

Sophia turned her face away, clearly irritated, but took his hand anyway and followed him onto the ballroom

floor.

Emily glanced up and watched them glide effortlessly across the center of the room. Their movements were

smooth, practiced–like they belonged in the spotlight together.

But oddly, her heart didn’t ache. It felt still. Quiet.

She packed away her violin and turned to leave.

She’d barely taken a few steps when a group of women stepped into her path. Before she could speak, they dragged her into a shadowy corner near the back of the hall.

“Mrs. Harrington–oh, wait,” one of them sneered, lifting her left arm to reveal a stump where her hand used to be. “You’re not Mrs. Harrington anymore, are you? That title vanished the second Alex got bored.”

She stepped closer, venom in her voice. “I bumped into you once at a gala. Just a tiny accident. And your beloved husband had my fucking hand chopped off. For you.”

Another ripped off her mask, her face twisted with rage. “You remember me, don’t you? I said you weren’t that pretty. That’s all. I didn’t even say it to your face. A week later, some stranger threw acid at me outside my apartment. That was Alex too, wasn’t it?”

“And my family’s company,” a third hissed, eyes burning. “I just called you a beggar. By morning, we were

bankrupt.”

The accusations came fast, each one slamming into Emily like a punch to the chest. She’d always known what Alex did to ‘protect‘ her–but hearing it now, from their own mouths, was something else entirely.

And now, with his favor gone, they were out for blood.

“What do you want from me?” she demanded, trying to pull free.

One woman grabbed her hair, yanked her head back, and slapped her hard across the face.

“I want you to feel what I felt–humiliated, ruined, broken. Let’s see how high and mighty you are without Alex

to save you.”

Another leaned in close, her voice a whisper of venom. “Sophia promised a reward. Whoever makes you

scream gets her personal thanks–and Alex’s.”

“Sophia?” Emily froze.

That split second of hesitation was all it took. They shoved her to the floor.

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“She’s pathetic–still clinging to a man who doesn’t want her!”

The crowd had turned into a mob. Their voices roared with cruelty, their hands unafraid now that they knew

Alex wouldn’t stop them.

Emily’s eyes scanned the sea of faces… and landed on him.

Alex stood still. Unbothered. Not a hint of concern. Just that cold, faint frown he wore when someone ruined

the mood.

He wasn’t going to save her.

He’d promised Sophia was just a passing fling. But now, here he was–watching as Sophia destroyed her,

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