CHAPTER 138

Her hand flew to her cheek, now throbbing from the sting of Vanessa’s hand, and for a few seconds, she just stood there, her mouth wide open as she was utterly stunned.

As the ringing in her ears subsided, she heard Vanessa’s cold voice.

"Are you tired of living?"

"Don't you ever in your miserable life speak to my husband like that!"

Erica blinked, still disoriented, her mind racing to catch up. She glanced at Nathan again, who was standing there, calm and composed.

Husband?

Her thoughts scrambled, trying to make sense of the situation.

"H-Husband?" she stammered, her voice unsteady. "What... what are you talking about?" Her gaze darted wildly between Vanessa and Nathan.

"This… this janitor works for your company! How can you tell me this low-life cleaner is your husband?"

She scoffed arrogantly.

"That’s impossible. You can’t be serious."

The director stood frozen, his face pale as the pieces of the puzzle suddenly fell into place. His eyes widened. He knew he had recognized Nathan