Free Web NovelChapter 58: Chapter 58: Eating Sunflower Seeds and Watching the Show
Just as Yvonne Sutton was feeling confused, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and several women barged in. The woman in the lead was short and voluptuous, dressed in a black skirt with a diamond-studded collar and cuffs, and carrying a Hermès Birkin bag.
The women behind her were also decked out in designer brands, dripping with jewels.
When they entered and saw her, they immediately shot her scornful looks, but the leader’s expression was filled more with anger.
"So he really is cheating on me behind my back!" the woman said, gritting her teeth.
Yvonne Sutton was still a bit dazed. "And you are?"
"If you dare seduce my husband, you should at least have the decency to find out who his wife is, shouldn’t you?"
"No, I don’t understand what you mean."
"Hah, playing dumb, are we? Well, I’ll just have to knock some sense into you!"
With that, the woman threw her bag on the floor and lunged at Yvonne Sutton.
Although Yvonne Sutton was dazed, her reflexes were quick, and she hastily took a few steps back. But she accidentally bumped into the table behind her. As she winced in pain, the woman tripped as well. She picked up a piece of lingerie from the floor, her fury intensifying, and threw it directly at Yvonne Sutton. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
"You bitch! You could have been a decent person, but you chose to be a homewrecker! I’ll tear you to shreds!" the woman raged.
Yvonne Sutton was backed into a corner and could only grab a vase from the table for self-defense. It was then she noticed many people outside the door, recording with their phones. And behind them stood two figures.
Wendy Winters and Monica Lynch. They were watching her with mocking expressions.
Yvonne Sutton understood everything in an instant. So, as the woman was pointing at her nose and cursing, she smashed the vase in her hand onto the floor.
CRASH! The room fell silent.
Yvonne Sutton pointed toward Wendy Winters at the door. "The person you’re looking for is probably her!"
Before the woman could turn around, Wendy Winters had already hurried away.
The woman looked toward the door. "Who? Who are you talking about?"
Yvonne Sutton let out a breath. "Is your husband Stanley Lynch?"
The woman frowned. "Why are you playing dumb? You..."
"This Stanley Lynch?"
Yvonne Sutton took out her phone and pulled up the photos Claire Lawrence had sent her last night of Stanley Lynch and Wendy Winters’s affair.
When the woman saw the photos, she snatched the phone, zoomed in, and examined them closely.
The other women also crowded around to look.
"It really is Wendy Winters. There have been quite a few rumors about her and your husband."
"I thought Wendy Winters would have broken it off with your husband after she got married. Turns out they’re still sneaking around."
"Look how desperate they are. They couldn’t even be bothered to draw the curtains. It’s disgusting."
The woman was so angry she almost smashed the phone, but Yvonne Sutton quickly snatched it back.
"This is my phone. If you want the photos, I can just send them to you."
Mrs. Lynch sized up Yvonne Sutton. "Then who are you? And why are you in this room?"
Yvonne Sutton carefully explained what had happened. "Someone must have stolen my friend’s phone to send me a message, luring me to this room for you to catch me. But I suspect Wendy Winters was the one behind it. We were all tricked by her."
"Hey, doesn’t she look familiar? I think she’s..." one of the women said, pointing at Yvonne Sutton, but she couldn’t quite place her. frёewebnoѵēl.com
"She—she’s the new daughter-in-law of the Rhodes family!" another woman recognized her.
Realizing who she was, Mrs. Lynch was stunned for a moment, then she hurriedly apologized.
"You’re Mrs. Rhodes! I’m so sorry. Just now... I was running my mouth. Please don’t hold it against me."
Yvonne Sutton shook her head. "If I were Mrs. Lynch, I would have been angry too."
Saying this, she kicked the lingerie on the floor.
"After all, not only are those two having an affair behind your back, but they also have a child together."
"What did you say? A child? Is Wendy Winters’s child Stanley Lynch’s?"
Yvonne Sutton feigned surprise. "Mrs. Lynch didn’t know?"
Mrs. Lynch gritted her teeth, the veins on her forehead popping. "That damn couple! Just watch how I deal with them!"
At noon, Claire Lawrence finished filming, and Yvonne Sutton met up with her.
When she saw the two messages sent from her phone, Claire Lawrence was so angry she nearly threw her lunchbox.
"Who was it? Who stole my phone while I was filming? They better hope I don’t catch them!"
Yvonne Sutton calmed her down. "It must be someone from the crew, acting on Monica Lynch’s orders. Don’t make a scene. In any case, I’m not the one who’s going to lose out in the end."
"What do you mean?"
"I gave the photos of their affair to Mrs. Lynch."
Claire Lawrence let out a "Whoa." "Now this is going to be a good show."
That afternoon, videos and photos of Mrs. Lynch catching Yvonne Sutton in the act appeared online and quickly started trending. Although they were taken down soon after, public opinion had already erupted.
Wendy Winters’s fans, as if on steroids, spread the videos and photos everywhere, cursing Yvonne Sutton as a serial homewrecker and claiming that even marriage couldn’t change her cheating nature.
But soon after, Mrs. Lynch came forward with a clarification and apologized to Yvonne Sutton, saying she had caught the wrong person.
Just as everyone was confusedly munching on their popcorn, a gossip account leaked a set of provocative photos of Wendy Winters and Stanley Lynch in a hotel.
At that, the entire internet exploded.
Wendy Winters’s fans rushed to control the comments, but they found it was an impossible task. Faced with the facts, many of her fans were actually furious as well and began to unfollow her in droves.
Then Mrs. Lynch posted again: I never knew someone could be this shameless. You used to be a simple homewrecker, but now you’re a cheater *and* a homewrecker. Should I call you Miss Winters, or Mrs. Shaw?
After posting this, the killer move was that she tagged Vincent Reed.
Claire Lawrence watched the drama unfold while cracking sunflower seeds. The more intense the drama, the faster she cracked them.
"This is too good. I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight. It’s just too exciting."
Yvonne Sutton glanced at it a few times and then looked away. Seeing the true colors of people like Wendy Winters too much would just make her sick.
"It must be that Mrs. Lynch found out Stanley Lynch was cheating, and Wendy Winters, afraid of being targeted by Mrs. Lynch, orchestrated this whole thing. Wendy Winters and Monica Lynch dared to do this because they probably thought their plan was seamless. They figured you’d be unable to defend yourself, the Rhodes family would despise you, and they might even make Wyatt Shaw divorce you. That way, they’d achieve their goal."
Yvonne Sutton sneered. "I actually never wanted to take things this far. They’re the ones who forced my hand."
"Holy crap, Mrs. Lynch posted again."
Claire Lawrence quickly showed Yvonne Sutton. "Maybe I should try to be more understanding of Mrs. Shaw. After all, the baby probably wants to see its father. And this kid is so lucky! It has two dads before it’s even born. Shaw and Lynch. One is rich, and the other is handsome."
This time, she tagged Wendy Winters, Vincent Reed, and Stanley Lynch all at once.
Claire Lawrence was so excited she forgot to spit out the sunflower seed shells and just chewed them up along with the seeds.
"Look, look! Three separate topics are trending now. There’s no way they can suppress this."
"Oh! Vincent Reed made a post! He says it’s all a malicious fabrication, that he believes in Wendy Winters, and that the baby in her belly is his."
"Tsk, tsk. True love. I’m so moved by Vincent Reed’s deep feelings for Wendy Winters."
Claire Lawrence spat out a mouthful of shells. "But that scumbag—when you were being framed as a homewrecker this afternoon, where was he then? He was nowhere to be seen!"
Just then, Yvonne Sutton’s phone rang. It was an unknown number.
When she answered, she heard heavy panting on the other end. "Did you post those photos and videos online? Are you not going to be happy until you’ve forced Wendy and me to divorce?"
It was Vincent Reed’s voice.
