Adrian asked with a chilling smile.
"Because she's too profoundly stupid. Dealing with her on a daily basis might actually kill me from sheer annoyance."
Lacey wasn't stupid. But the nightmare unfolding before her was so thoroughly dismantling her entire reality that her brain refused to process it.
Decades ago, shortly after Mira was born, Lacey's own mother had warned her: Keep an eye on Adrian. He is a snake in the grass.
Furious at the accusation, Lacey had yelled back, I know you don't like him, but you have no right to drive a wedge between my husband and me!
She had cut ties with her mother over it.
Even Ethan had tried to warn her before he legally severed himself from the family.
This has to be an act, Lacey told herself frantically. Adrian is just putting on a show to protect me. Yes, that's it.
Even as she stood there, humiliated and completely discarded by Fiona and her family, she was still desperately clinging to her delusions, terrified to admit that she had thrown her entire life away for a lie.
She stood in the dining room like a hollow shell, forced to watch her husband, her former subordinate, and her precious daughter leisurely finish the gourmet meal she had slaved over.
They wiped their mouths, laughed, and relocated to the grand living room, sinking into the plush leather sofas.
The maids rushed to serve them freshly brewed tea and intricately cut fruit on silver platters.
They entirely ignored the supposed lady of the house still standing frozen in the dining area.
Finally, Fiona turned her attention back to Lacey.
Looking at the pathetic, trembling woman, Fiona felt a surge of absolute victory. Was this really the untouchable, aristocratic heiress she used to envy?
If marriage could reduce a woman to this level of pathetic subservience, Fiona briefly wondered if marrying Adrian was the right move.
"When Adrian and I got engaged, I wasn't even sure if I was going to bring you along to work for us!"
"Hahaha, have you forgotten who was constantly feeding you information?
With your tiny brain, we had you wrapped around our fingers from the start. Whether you brought me along or not wasn't up to you."
Lacey looked as if she had been struck by lightning.
Adrian glanced at the two women, then turned his attention to the TV, fully allowing Fiona to vent her years of frustration.
"You... you were together back then?"
"Yes. He was with me long before he ever looked at you.
So if we're talking about who truly belongs here, I am the rightful wife. You are nothing but the imposter mistress."

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