Free Web NovelChapter 25: French Pastries
{ ONE WEEK AGO. FRANCE, PARIS. }
Soft gloved hands covered their mouths as they burst into laughter at the joke.
They all sighed, having done nothing but to sit around in this elite boutique for afternoon tea and french pastries.
The store door opened and another woman entered, turning to the ladies stationed at the desk, handing her a shiny black card before one of them greeted her politely in french and led her straight to view some of their latest arrivals.
’’Ah, I’m telling you, Monique. My husband is the best but he doesn’t know how to play golf.’’
Monique looked up from her tea and smiled at her three friends.
’’My son recently graduated from Harvard as the valedictorian. He then offered to go celebrate in this super fun golf course that’s invite only and Silver spent the rest of the day teaching his father how to swing properly.’’
’’Oh my god, Veronique, you didn’t tell us Silver graduated.’’
Veronique grinned, bringing the tea cup close to her red lips.
’’You were all busy attending Sasha’s wedding in England, is it not?’’
The three women rolled their eyes.
Monique, Violet, Veronique and June were relaxing as the sales attendants moved around them, showing them bags, clothes and the latest jewelry while some filled their tea cups and trays.
’’Oh, Veronique. You should all know we went not because we were happy for her. But to see the ’’husband’’ willing to spend the rest of his life with a shameless girl like Sasha Firs,’’ Monique said with a dismissive wave.
’’Oh my, we shouldn’t belittle a friend of ours,’’ June corrected and they all threw their heads back in laughter before picking their tea cups to have a sip. Suddenly, there was calm between them and the employees thought they would finally focus on buying something. They were already tired of serving them tea and filling their trays with biscuits.
’’Tell us more about your wonderful rich husband back in LA, Monique. It’s been months since you flew to America to see him. Don’t you and the kids miss him?’’ Veronique said teasingly and with a slight wriggle of her eyebrow. The other girls quickly dropped their tea cups to listen to another wonder tale of Monique Laundry’s sweet, rich, handsome yet to be introduced American husband.
Monique blushed, lowering her tea cup to brag more about how successful her marriage is compared to theirs.
’’I recently visited him last month and he booked an entire hotel just to welcome me.’’
The girls looked visibly impressed, all the more eager to meet this generous husband of hers.
’’We had a wonderful private romantic dinner together in the rooftop and when it was nightime...’’ Monique paused, intentionally fuelling the suspense so they will be more interested to hear. Her long, dark polished nails placed under her chin with a mischievous grin.
’’...well, you all know how wonderful my husband is in bed,’’ she sang happily, reaching for a biscuit, satisfied at the quiet look of envy on their faces.
’’He is not that good.’’
A deathly calm filled the store, followed by hushed gasps.
Veronique, June and Violet with the employees of the store responded first by turning to the tall, perfect-looking guest seated on the single-seater chair in their group.
The heavy scent of jasmine and the strange hair color along with their horrified gaze only pleased the woman more. She was dressed smartly in maroon suit pants complemented by a rich cream top and matching maroon blazers.
Their eyes caught the silver shine of the diamond necklace clasped around her neck.
No one moved or even took a breath. The strange woman leaned forward to pull out a cookie from their tray and took one elegant bite.
’’As his current mistress in LA...’’ She frowned as if disgusted by the taste of the biscuit. ’’He doesn’t even last a minute, not to mention he’s a terrible kisser.’’
Their eyes met and tension in the room flared hotter.
’’Who are you and what do you want?’’ Monique snapped, venom dripping from her dark purple lips.
’’Let’s just say I’ve come to expose your husband’s affair with me in exchange for something.’’
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Whizz—Thunk!
Abu gasped as the knife flew past their heads to stab a book by a shelf behind them.
Corrine’s lips curved into a satisfied smile before slowly climbing out of Marcus’ lap who looked visibly aroused already in that chair.
’’Marcus Ivan Laundry!’’ Monique raged like a banshee, threatening to bring the walls down. Marcus nearly had a heart attack at the sight of his wife.
How did she...when did she get here...Why is she–?
His eyes widened as he stared at her speechless.
Monique looked like a storm ready to tear the room apart.
Corrine moved over to her blade and pulled it from the book it stabbed.
’’Darling, it’s not what you think! I didn’t...we weren’t...she was—!’’
Corrine stared at him wide eyed with an innocent look when he turned to point a greasy finger at her.
’’Oh, yeah? You weren’t just about to shove your d’ck into her v’gina? Do you take me for a fool?!’’
Corrine cringed, feeling repulsed at the image of having sex with this greasy cheater and was never interested in their love fight.
Marcus stared like a criminal being wrongfully accused of something he didn’t do. freёwebnovel.com
Like Martyr being led to be stoned for the truth.
’’After all these years and everything I have done for you, you dare to betray me like this?! Having a secret affair with pretty girls with long legs?!’’ Monique raged, preparing to squeeze the very life out of him.
’’Oh, I am dragging you down to hell with me after a divorce! Right after I—’’
Corrine stepped in just when Monique was about to lounge at Marcus and tear him apart. Marcus hid behind his desk.
’’Before you tear him into pieces, you have yet to fulfil your part of the deal.’’
Monique fumed, eager to scratch the pretty face of this pale bitch into shreds. But then again, if she hadn’t come clean about their affair and spared her the humiliation of finding out herself or worse the affair bringing shame to her and her kids, what could she have done?
Tears tumbled down her cheeks as she harbored both resentment and gratitude toward this woman. She opened her purse and pulled out a grey, colored folder.
Marcus Laundry had always been a cautious business man. All worthwhile documents, files and other sensitive records were mostly mailed off for proper safekeeping to his wife living in France. Only a few are aware of this.
Monique pulled out the grey folder and handed it over to the woman.
’’Thank you,’’ Corrine greeted, moving away to stare at the contents of the folder and saw it was genuine.
She smiled, enjoying how fun and intense the past week had been.
’’Gather all your best lawyers and let’s meet in court next week,’’ Monique said, her hands clenching hard against her purse as her husband stared shaken at the grey folder in Corrine’s hold.
’’You are not walking out of this alive,’’ the tigress threatened before walking out of the room with Abu close on her heels.
He was definitely getting fired after this.
Corrine then turned to the defeated Marcus Laundry, slumped in his chair looking devastated. Corrine grabbed her purse, sliding her fang blade inside it with the grey folder.
’’In Hell, unfaithful demons are fed to the vapid rats of the underworld,’’ She said, giving him a dimpled smile. ’’I’ll give your wife the pleasure of dealing with you. Enjoy getting served divorce papers.’’
Corrine moved from the chair and turned to leave. Two loud bangs echoed behind her, freezing her in place.
