The Wife He Dumped, The Queen She Returned As novel Chapter 92

"Then get out of my way."

Chloe sidestepped her and walked straight into the house.

Wendy stared at her back, letting out a silent sneer.

She's just a useless trophy wife banking on her looks, Wendy thought. Once the boss gets bored of her, she'll be tossed aside like garbage.

Preston stepped into the house mere seconds later, his eyes immediately searching for Chloe.

Chloe watched him quietly, waiting for him to advocate for Jenna.

Instead, he stepped close and wrapped a gentle arm around her waist. "Chloe, I'm sorry. Did she scare you just now?"

Chloe paused, genuinely taken aback. "Your precious female friend is out there crying her eyes out. Aren't you going to stay and comfort her?"

Preston either missed the biting sarcasm in her tone or chose to ignore it. He pulled her closer.

"You're the one who was wronged. Why are you trying to speak up for someone else?"

"I promised I would give you justice, and I did. You are my wife. No one in this world is allowed to bully you."

Chloe arched an eyebrow but remained silent.

Right on cue, Ken called. There was a critical emergency at Vantage Corp.

After being absent for several days, Preston had a mountain of executive decisions that required his immediate presence.

"Chloe, I'll probably be pulling an all-nighter at the office. Get some rest."

"Alright. Make sure you set aside some time tomorrow."

Preston's expression stiffened for a fraction of a second. It was impossible to tell if he had genuinely forgotten or if he was intentionally avoiding the topic of the divorce.

"We... haven't really been on a proper date yet, have we?"

He looked at her, his gaze earnest. "Tomorrow, let's go watch the clouds from a park bench. We can ride bikes along the beach, feel the ocean breeze, and collect seashells. I'll string them into a necklace for you..."

Chloe didn't even look at her. "Get out."

"I was just trying to help," Wendy muttered under her breath. "No need to be so nasty about it..."

Stepping out of sight, Wendy stealthily pulled out her phone, recorded a video of Chloe packing, and sent it straight to Preston.

[Mr. Hayes, Mrs. Hayes is packing her things. I'm not sure where she thinks she's going.]

[Mr. Hayes! Mrs. Hayes just boxed up all her expensive jewelry and designer bags, and a courier just came to pick them up!! Do you know about this?!]

[Mr. Hayes, Mrs. Hayes is on the phone. It sounds like a man, and they're talking about moving out tomorrow...]

In his sprawling executive office, Preston stood up, pinching the bridge of his nose to ward off the fatigue of his all-nighter.

He unlocked his phone, only to be met with a rapid-fire string of messages and videos from Wendy.

A biting gust of wind swept through the partially open floor-to-ceiling windows, rustling the documents on his desk. In an instant, a freezing, absolute silence consumed the vast, empty room.