Chapter 62

The tension in the boutique was palpable. Before Evelyn could dig deeper into the situation, Vanessa had already spun her web of lies.

After savoring Natalie’s humiliation, Vanessa smirked. "It's all because you set me up at that party, letting those men force drinks on me. I nearly got into serious trouble because of you. Harrison said since you have the money to orchestrate such a scheme, he might as well cancel your card so you can’t hurt anyone again."

Natalie’s face paled. "I didn’t do it! That’s not true!"

Vanessa scoffed. "Who else would want to ruin me? You’re the only one here who hates me enough to try."

You did this yourself, Vanessa! Evelyn screamed internally. You pretended to accept Natalie’s invitation in front of Harrison, then texted him halfway through, claiming something felt off. You staged the whole thing!

The Blackwood family, privy to Evelyn’s thoughts, exchanged glances. She’s not just a mistress—she’s a master manipulator. Vanessa had framed herself as the victim, earning Harrison’s sympathy and trust. And Harrison, blinded by bias, refused to hear Natalie’s side. Once a man’s judgment is clouded, his intelligence plummets.

The Blackwoods seethed silently. This wasn’t their drama, but the injustice was infuriating.

Evelyn’s thoughts continued. After this scandal, everyone in the industry knows Vanessa is Harrison’s woman. No one dares mess with her now. And Harrison, feeling guilty, is backing her comeback with full force. Pathetic.

Margaret and Sophia Blackwood couldn’t help but scoff.

Natalie, desperate, tried calling Harrison. No answer. She dialed his assistant instead, but whatever he said left her utterly defeated.

Evelyn clenched her fists. Relying on a man’s credit card is a fool’s game. Look at this so-called husband—revoking his wife’s card for his mistress. Disgusting.

Sophia and Margaret nodded in agreement. CEO husbands loved flexing their power over their wives.

Nathan Blackwood felt a chill. The reputation of husbands everywhere is under attack!

"Since you can’t afford it, I’ll take it," Vanessa taunted.

Natalie glared. "You left your marriage with nothing. You don’t even have a job. How can you afford this dress? You just want to take it from me!"

With a smirk, Vanessa handed the sales associate a membership card.

The associate recognized it immediately—a supplementary card linked to the store’s VIP account.

Natalie’s breath hitched. Harrison had this store’s VIP membership, but she’d never needed a supplementary card. She always used the black card directly.

The associate confirmed, "This is Mr. Montgomery’s supplementary card. You may sign for the purchase."

The onlookers gasped. Evelyn’s thoughts spilled into their minds. Harrison gave his mistress a supplementary card but not his wife? The audacity!

Evelyn was livid. This is beyond low.

Vanessa held the dress against herself, snapping a mirror selfie. She sent it to Harrison with a voice note. "Harrison, what do you think?"

Scumbag! Evelyn thought.

Vanessa smirked. "Oh, Harrison thinks it suits me better. Pity—I was going to gift it to you to make up for recent… misunderstandings."

Disgusting! Evelyn fumed.

Before Vanessa could gloat further, Natalie’s hand flew out—SLAP!

The impact sent Vanessa’s sunglasses and phone clattering to the floor.

The crowd froze, then collectively exhaled in satisfaction.

Vanessa shrieked. "How dare you hit me!"

She lunged, but Evelyn shouted, "Hey! You’re disrupting business!"

The interruption gave the staff time to intervene.

Vanessa, clutching her reddened cheek, sneered. "Since Harrison prefers me in this dress, I’ll take it."

She knew exactly how to twist the knife. She’d wear this dress every time she saw Natalie, rubbing salt in the wound.

But then—

"That dress? I want it." Evelyn declared. Rumor has it my husband owns this mall. How delightful.