Crumble Stepmother

Henry shrugged. He didn't care. His heart was dark for them now, and lashing out embarrassments on them was his new favorite hobby. Staring at her reminded him of the night her father drenched his clothes in red wine because he came late for an event.

He had hated his life that day, but forgave her because of the love he had for her. Pathetic.

"You're a worthless piece of trash, Evelyne, and that's what you will ever be! Now, leave with your husband!"

Jake stared coldly at him and said, "Don't talk to my wife that way, Henry! We would leave your hotel, but we won't forget this!"

Henry signaled to the guards, "Take them out and don't let them in ever again, alright?"

"Henry!" Evelyne shrieked, fighting the guards and trying to hold on to her torn dress. "I hate you, Henry! I hate you!"

He grinned, watching the scene. The guests were having a free show today, obviously. They were taking pictures and laughing at Jake's poor attempt to cover Evelyne properly. The payback was sweet. He was
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