The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 801

James had barely stepped out of the car when he stumbled. He looked up and saw his wife, stalking toward him like a tigress, a posse of imposing women flanking her.

“Well, well, James,” Mrs. Mercer seethed. “So this is your ‘business entertainment’ that keeps you from coming home. Entertaining a woman all the way to a hotel room.”

Recognizing his wife's face, the alcohol in James’s system evaporated. He was sober in an instant. “Honey, please, let me explain.”

He’d barely gotten the words out before Mrs. Mercer’s hand cracked across his face, sending his glasses flying. “Explain? What is there to explain? Did you think I was dead? All these years, I knew you were out there womanizing and drinking. I just chose to turn a blind eye!

“Have you forgotten how you got to where you are today? Do you really think you’re some big shot on your own merit? You wouldn’t be Mr. Mercer without my father’s connections. That goddamn company, your big-shot title—it all came from my family’s resources! Without us, you’d be a fucking nobody. What, you make a little money for a few years and it all goes to your head?

“Now you don’t even bother hiding it? You bring this whore to a hotel right under my nose? I’m not dead yet! You landed one big project and suddenly you think you can toss aside the wife who got you there, is that it?”

Mrs. Mercer was five years younger than James, but a life of leisure had left her with a voluptuous figure, easily weighing twice as much as him. She grabbed him like a chicken and shoved him to the ground.

James trembled, not from fear of her, but because he knew how relentlessly she could make a scene. She was well aware that he was completely dependent on her father, which meant she could have him beaten to a pulp without consequence.

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