He Bought Her Heart, Then Destroyed It novel Chapter 8

Heather raised her hand and, feeling behind her, slowly unzipped her dress.

The men in the room quickly turned their backs.

After all, she was James’s wife—even if she wasn’t loved, she wasn’t someone they could just look at carelessly.

James watched as she slowly slipped the dress off. Underneath, she wore a black slip dress, very thin and tight, barely covering anything.

James’s fists clenched tighter, his eyes burning with fury.

She was deliberately going against him, willing to endure humiliation in front of everyone rather than ask him for help!

“Enough…”

“I said enough! Don’t take it off anymore, do you hear me?”

Heather heard him, but didn’t stop.

She kept undressing until the dress was completely off, and then threw it on the ground. She raised her head and looked at Helen.

“Is this enough for you?”

Helen was stunned.

Heather turned and walked out, never once looking at James.

The women in the crowd threw all sorts of looks her way.

“Isn’t she shameless? She even dares to undress in front of everyone. No wonder James doesn’t want her.”

“She’s not just shameless. She used to sleep with Luke White.”

“Luke White—the one James sent to prison? Oh my god, how could James marry such a woman…”

Outside, the cold wind hit her face.

Heather took a few steps and felt warm liquid trickling down her face—she was having another nosebleed.

She wiped it away, but the world spun, and she collapsed straight to the ground.

She woke up in a hospital bed.

Helen was sitting on the sofa across from her, happily humming a tune. When she saw Heather wake up, she immediately smiled.

“Sis, I just heard some good news. The doctor said you’re about to die!”

Heather’s heart skipped a beat. If Helen knew, then James...

Helen seemed to see what she was thinking and smiled even more brightly.

“Don’t worry, Brother-in-law doesn’t know. I bribed the doctor, and he told him that you’re fine, your health is great!”

“How could I let him know you’re about to die? I don’t want him to feel sorry for you or pity you. Absolutely not…”

Heather didn’t want to speak to her, so she closed her eyes.

Heather felt like she was suffocating, struggling to speak.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this back then... I could have helped you!”

“Tell you? Help me?”

Helen laughed as if she’d heard the biggest joke in the world.

“Heather, don’t you know? All of my misfortunes are because of you!”

“When the security guard was playing with me, he said, ‘The little sister is just not as good as the older one. It’s a pity the older one is so hard to get.’”

Heather didn’t know what to say—shock, disbelief, it was impossible to accept...

She never knew her own sister hated her so much, and had been hating her all these years.

“I’ve always thought all men are useless! Until I met James… When I met him, I realized none of the others were real men, only he was a true man.”

“He’s handsome, responsible, and capable. I’ve known from the start he’d go far!”

“But why, why is he your boyfriend, Heather?”

Helen’s jealousy was evident.

Heather had never felt so estranged from her. Staring at her, she couldn’t find a word to say.

Helen smirked.