Falling for a Lie, My Stepbrother’s Hidden Revenge. novel Chapter 56

"That car..." Drake stared at the Bentley.

Of course he remembered it. She'd driven one in Manhattan, and Sienna had mocked her for renting expensive cars for photos. He'd agreed with the mockery then.

How laughable his assumptions seemed now.

Suddenly, his face went pale as realization struck.

"That ring you're wearing—is it from Chaumet that day?" His voice shook. "We hadn't even broken up and you were already trying on engagement rings?"

"You betrayed our relationship!" His eyes reddened. "How could you?"

Sylvia laughed bitterly at the accusation. "Relationship? Weren't you always seeing Sienna in me?"

Drake stiffened, color draining from his face. "You... you knew?"

"I knew everything," she said coldly. "That 'urgent business meeting' was you picking up Sienna at the airport. After Celine's birthday party, you took her to the Four Seasons. You were unfaithful long before we broke up. How dare you talk about betrayal?"

"No, let me explain," Drake pleaded. "It wasn't like that..."

Sylvia ignored him, getting into her car.

He stood in front, pounding on the hood, still trying to explain.

Annoyed, she stepped on the gas.

"BANG!"

Drake flew back, landing in nearby bushes.

Without a backward glance to check if he was injured, Sylvia drove away.

Drake struggled to his feet, limping. Watching the blue Bentley disappear, his heart sank with a dull ache.

"Are you alright?" A concerned passerby asked. "Shouldn't you report the hit-and-run?"

Drake shook his head. "Just a fight with my wife."

"Oh, domestic troubles? Was that why you were at court? Divorce proceedings?"

Drake smiled strangely. "No, no. We're very much in love. She's just upset. Nothing a bit of making up won't fix."

The passerby's face showed polite skepticism as they backed away.

At Sinclair & Klein, the break room buzzed with gossip.

"Have you heard? Sarah Thompson resigned."

"Just like that? Why so sudden?"

When Enzo tried to strike her, Sylvia dodged easily.

"Getting violent now?" she stood. "Not so brave when confronted directly?"

Before he could move again, two police officers entered.

"Enzo Corner? You're under arrest for suspected rape."

"There must be some mistake," he stammered, panic setting in as they handcuffed him.

"Like I said," Sylvia smiled innocently, "we're just getting started."

Later, when colleagues asked about the arrest, Sylvia explained:

"I saw a social media post from a young girl asking for help. She'd been assaulted while unconscious at a bar but was afraid to go to police. When she showed me photos of her attacker - it was Enzo. Imagine my shock."

"I helped her report it. Fortunately, she hadn't showered, so they had DNA evidence. The case against him is quite solid."

She finished with carefully calculated sympathy: "The poor girl's still in school. I won't reveal her name, of course."

Her colleagues' shock turned to disgust. They called Enzo a hypocrite, a monster.

Just as Sylvia intended.