The Wife He Dumped, The Queen She Returned As novel Chapter 99

A maid pulled out an envelope, hurrying over to Preston and handing it to him with both hands.

"Someone slipped this into Mrs. Hayes's room.

She's been unwell lately, and the moment she read it, the shock was too much...

She collapsed right then and there."

Preston took the letter. His expression turned unreadable before his gaze shifted, locking onto Chloe.

Chloe snatched it from his grasp.

As her eyes scanned the page, her brow furrowed in dismay.

There it was, in black and white—a full disclosure of her impending divorce from Preston.

Percival glared at her, his eyes cold and unforgiving.

"The proof is right in front of you, Chloe.

What do you have to say for yourself?

Are you really going to deny that you wrote this just to trigger Eleonora?"

It was a massive, baseless accusation, dumped squarely on her shoulders without a second thought.

Chloe met his stare, forcing herself to remain calm.

"Sir, you have zero proof.

Why would you automatically assume I wrote this?

I filed for divorce, yes, but I promised you I'd keep it from Grandma.

Why would I deliberately try to upset her?"

"Besides, this isn't even my handwriting. You can't just pin this on me without any evidence. I won't accept it."

Percival's stare was icy and piercing, as if trying to strip away all her defenses.

Ever since she had brought up the divorce, he had been entirely suspicious of her motives.

After all, a woman who had calculated her way into a wealthy family wouldn't just walk away so easily.

He knew it.

Now that push had come to shove, she couldn't help but play her dirty little tricks.

"Proof?" He scoffed.

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