Unmasked My CEO Ex-Husband’s Regret novel Chapter 371

Although she hadn't gone into the gritty details of her situation, she had never actively hidden it either. Her colleagues at the law firm knew she was going through a divorce and raising her daughter as a single mother, so they always went out of their way to support her.

They were good people, but human nature was undeniably drawn to gossip. With a spectacle playing out right in front of them, everyone was bound to be a little curious.

Elara glanced through the glass to see several coworkers peeking over at the commotion caused by Vivian's raised voice. With a heavy sigh, she pulled the door shut again.

Vivian secretly rejoiced, assuming her taunts had finally hit their mark. She opened her mouth to twist the knife, but the moment Elara turned back to face her, she froze, her mind instantly going blank.

Elara was finally reacting, but it wasn't the furious, jealous outburst Vivian had been craving.

She simply turned and leveled a chillingly placid stare at her. Her gaze was indifferent, yet it carried an unmistakable, suffocating dominance.

Vivian was all too familiar with that kind of intense, predatory aura.

Her own father often wore that exact same commanding presence when dealing with outsiders.

Julian carried himself the same way at work when addressing his subordinates.

They needed that superiority. They needed to project an energy that matched their elite status and power.

It was a trait inherent to the ones at the very top of the food chain.

So why did Elara have it?

She wasn't some high-powered executive. She hadn't even held a real job in years. She was just a desperate housewife whose entire existence revolved around groceries and a toddler. She didn't even possess the refined polish of a modern career woman, let alone the sheer magnetism to intimidate someone. How could she exude something so completely out of her league?

Vivian's thoughts spiraled into a messy, tangled knot, leaving her more frantic by the second.

It was then that Elara's voice—smooth, unapologetic, and entirely devoid of emotion—cut right through her panic.

"And your point is?"

Elara crossed her arms and leaned lazily against the door. She lifted her chin, looking at Vivian with overwhelming boredom and a razor-sharp smirk.

"Since when is taking out the trash something to mourn?"

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