Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 143

She wanted nothing more than to tear Anastasia apart, but she didn’t dare let a single word slip about Anastasia being the one who poured her the drink. If she did, there’d be no way to explain everything else.

Seeing her crying so pitifully, Gabriel’s expression remained stormy, but for the first time, doubt flickered in his eyes.

But there was no way Anastasia was going to let her get away with this so easily.

Anastasia heaved a sigh. “Mrs. Sinclair was drugged and lost control of herself. That’s truly unfortunate—it really wasn’t her fault!”

A ripple of shock ran through the crowd.

Wasn’t Nora accused of scheming against Anastasia? And here she was, sticking up for her?

People whispered and gossiped—poor thing, losing her real mother so young and left to be raised by a stepmother; look what that’s done to her...

“But Mr. Archer, you weren’t drugged, were you?” Anastasia’s voice sharpened, eyes flashing indignantly. “You forced yourself on my mother—do you realize that’s a crime? I hope you’re ready for jail!”

She slapped at Harrison’s hand, playing up her outrage. “Darling, call the police!”

Harrison looked down at his drama-queen of a wife with a tolerant smile, and didn’t hesitate. “Logan, call it in.”

Logan answered crisply, “Yes, sir.”

Hugh’s face went from red to ashen in a heartbeat. He stammered, desperate, “What do you mean, forced? Nora, don’t just stand there! You’re the one who kept crawling into my bed! When haven’t you seduced me over these past years?”

His words exploded like a grenade in the room.

Mrs. Archer’s ears rang. For a moment, she couldn’t process what she’d heard. Then she lunged forward and yanked Nora’s hair with all her might.

“Nora, you little slut! I treated you like a sister, and you’ve been sleeping with my husband?!”

Nora’s shrieks echoed through the entire Archer estate.

Anastasia’s lips curled in a secretive smile. She relaxed contentedly in her husband’s arms, thinking there was no sweeter music than this.

If only she could see it for herself—

She tugged impatiently at Harrison’s arm. “Honey, aren’t you tired of covering my eyes yet?”

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