Her Wedding, My Husband novel Chapter 2

Victoria's accusation left our former classmates stunned.

"Victoria, that's really your fiancé's car? No way!" someone exclaimed in disbelief.

Victoria straightened her shoulders, radiating smugness. "Of course it is! Why would I make that up?"

She whipped out her iPhone, scrolling through her Instagram feed filled with photos of her and Nathan.

There were intimate shots of them in the car and staged photos of them posed against it, looking every bit the power couple.

The car's interior details and license plate were clearly visible in each shot.

The crowd collectively inhaled. "Oh my god, it really is Victoria's man's car! That means Ashley's the mistress!"

Victoria's perfectly contoured face contorted with rage, her microbladed brows furrowing.

"No wonder you've been so off the grid. You've been busy being the other woman!"

Our former classmates turned to me with expressions ranging from scandalized shock to open disgust.

"I can't believe it! Ashley always seemed so put-together, but she's been living as someone's side piece!"

"Tell me about it! I used to think she was this mysterious valedictorian type. I even slipped a note in her locker junior year! Now I feel sick just thinking about it!"

"Some people act all pristine and proper, but deep down they're just opportunists. Wave enough money in their face and watch their morals disappear!"

"Look at her flaunting the sugar daddy's Bentley right in front of the legitimate fiancée. She must be jealous Victoria's getting the ring and trying to sabotage the wedding!"

Even Mrs. Reynolds looked at me with revulsion, her voice sharp with contempt.

"Ashley, please don't mention you were my AP student. I never taught anyone with such questionable ethics!"

The commotion drew a crowd of hotel guests and staff, phones raised to capture the drama.

Some even spat in my direction, muttering "homewrecker" under their breath.

In a surge of anger, I stripped off my Chanel blazer worth over twenty grand and tossed it into a nearby garbage bin.

I turned to Victoria, my voice ice-cold. "Maybe you should ask Nathan who the real mistress is before you start throwing accusations!"

Victoria's palm connected with my face again, harder this time.

"Are you blind? I'm marrying Nathan today! What more proof do you need?"

She jabbed her finger toward my car, her voice rising hysterically.

"I absolutely despise homewreckers. You all deserve what's coming to you!"

She pulled out her car key and carved "MISTRESS" into my car's pristine paint job.

I stared at the jagged letters, a chill creeping down my spine.

"You'll realize soon enough just how ironic that is."

Victoria's rage reached a new peak. "You shameless witch! You steal my man and then have the nerve to mock me?

"It makes me sick thinking about my fiancé's car being driven around by some gold-digging tramp!"

She grabbed a loose brick from a nearby planter and started smashing my car with it.

The windows, headlights, hood – nothing escaped her wrath.

"Victoria's going to be the First Lady of Global Prime Industries! We can't let some homewrecker disrespect her like this!" someone shouted from the crowd.

Victoria tossed her hair dismissively. "So what if it's 300 million? That's my fiancé's money anyway!

"What's his is mine, so I can do whatever I want with our property."

Her delusional logic left me momentarily stunned.

Nathan, far from being the business mogul they imagined, was a complete novice. His mismanagement had nearly halved Global Prime's market cap since I'd put him in charge.

If not for our marriage certificate, I would have terminated his position long ago.

Yet here were Victoria and our old classmates, worshipping him as some brilliant CEO and hanging on his every move.

With Victoria leading the charge, the others eagerly joined in destroying the precious artworks from my trunk.

Seeing their manic state, I decided intervention was pointless.

I quietly pulled out my phone to call security.

Before I could dial, Victoria lunged at me, snatching my iPhone and smashing it against the pavement.

"Calling the cops? You homewrecking skank, you've got some nerve!"

Then her eyes locked onto my necklace, gleaming with recognition.

"That looks like a Cartier. Using my fiancé's money for that too?"

Before I could stop her, she yanked the necklace from my throat with brutal force.

The sudden violence made my blood run cold as I demanded, "Give that back!"