Wife by Day, Boss by Night

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“Seriously, did you think some random fan who owes you nothing would go through hell and high water

for you, without ratting you out?”

It was only now that Gracia realized Natalie was no longer the pushover they once manipulated

with ease.

Gracia had picked out a die–hard fan online, someone who always defended her, and contacted him.

With a hefty sum of $200,000, she convinced the fan to take a run at Natalie. Even if they injured her,

at worst, they’d serve a few years and then be out.

She assured the fan that she’d pull strings to get him out as soon as possible.

But who could have guessed he could crack so easily under questioning?

“Come here and apologize.” Natalie said, watching Gracia’s face turn ashen, and repeated the

command.

“My patience is wearing thin. Or, let your mother apologize instead, that’ll do just fine.”

“What did you say?!” Samuel, standing nearby, quivered with rage, pointing a shaking finger at her.

“Say that again?”

“I’ll repeat it, word for word,” Natalie turned to Samuel, enunciating each syllable with a sense of finality.

“If Gracia won’t apologize for me, then Lydia will! Otherwise, brace yourselves for a court summons!”

Natalie remembered vividly the scene when she was three, pushing open her parents‘ bedroom door to

find a woman lying beside Samuel.

Back then she didn’t fully grasp what it meant. But Natalie vividly recalled how that woman, now Mrs.

Wright, Lydia, had slapped her face, threatening her to never tell her mother about the affair.

Was the divorce solely Audrey’s fault? Natalie never believed that. NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

At the very least, Audrey had saved Natalie from one hell, only to drop her into another. It was tough for

a divorced woman with a child to remarry, but Audrey never abandoned her. Audrey owed nothing to

Samuel, and neither did Natalie.

Even when Natalie was in the hospital, hemorrhaging after a car accident and desperately needing

surgery. Samuel didn’t offer a dime, nor did he visit. The moment Natalie said she lost the child, he

blocked her number without a second thought.

To Natalie, this family was the epitome of revulsion.

“Dad…” Lydia pleaded with Matthew nearby.

“Don’t call me dad!” Matthew only looked on with a face full of disappointment and heartache. His

greatest mistake in life was raising a worthless prodigal son who had turned a once happy

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home into this disaster.

Gracia had hired someone to run down Natalle, and Lydia was certainly to blame, all enabled by

Samuel’s indulgence. So any amount of apology seemed justified.

With no other recourse, Lydia turned her pleading gaze to Samuel.

Natalie had laid it out that she could have them all behind bars, and Samuel was out of options. He

couldn’t bear to see Lydia, who had sacrificed so much for him, be humiliated.

Clenching his teeth, he steeled himself and turned, sacrificing his dignity in front of Natalie, “I’ll do it,

alright! I’ll apologize to you!” With that, he apologized to Natalie relentlessly.

Natalie eyed the spineless man with a scornful twist of her lips. For the sake of al mistress–turned–

wife, he groveled. His love for Lydia and Gracia was apparent.

He would sell Natalie out but wouldn’t let his Gracia suffer the slightest harm.

The public was spot on about the daughters of the Wright family. The younger one was like a bright and

untarnished moon, noble and pure, while the elder was akin to foul–smelling muck after a rainstorm,

loathed and shunned by all.