Chapter 962

Chapter 962:

Robert snapped. He turned and struck her hard across the face. His voice was sharp with venom. “You’re out of your mind! What the hell is wrong with you?”

The slap sent Michelle stumbling, her body slamming into the wall near the entrance.

Pain radiated through her cheek, and a dull ringing filled her head, but none of it compared to the ache in her chest.

Her hair was disheveled, her breathing ragged. She stared at him, her eyes hollow with disappointment.

How had it come to this? Why had she married him in the first place? Back then, she had been drawn to his charm. He was handsome, successful, and ambitious. He shared stories of his struggles, recounting how he started as a broke college student, built Voligny Company from the ground up, and worked his way into high society. She had been mesmerized. He was everything she desired in a man: wealthy, talented, and driven.

She hadn’t cared that he was married. She had thrown herself into his life, stepping into the role of mother to his children without hesitation. Their first son was born, yet he still couldn’t marry her. She never complained. She was willing to wait.

People called her a homewrecker. They whispered behind her back, casting judgment, but she never let it shake her. She believed that one day, she would become his rightful wife.

Years passed. The woman he was married to passed away, leaving behind a baby girl. Even then, Michelle didn’t waver. She accepted her role without hesitation. She was willing to be the other woman, the second wife, even a stepmother.

All of her sacrifices were because she loved him.

But as time went on, the cracks in Robert’s perfect image began to show. He was insincere, spineless, and greedy. He had a way of groveling before the powerful while chasing after ambitions that never matched his abilities. He was selfish, always shifting responsibility onto someone else.

Michelle overlooked it all, believing that love meant accepting a person’s flaws.

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But now, he was blaming her for everything that had happened.

Yes, it was her mother who first suggested sending Fernanda away.

But Robert had agreed. He wasn’t innocent in any of this.

And now, he had taken it a step further—he had hit her.

Michelle felt something inside her finally snap.

After her mother passed away, when she was at her lowest—grieving, vulnerable, and barely holding on—he didn’t offer a single word of comfort. He didn’t stand by her or promise they would get through it together. Instead, he shouted at her, hurled blame, spat insults, and, in the end, raised his hand against her. That slap was the final breaking point.

For a brief moment, her mind raced. Decades of memories flashed through her like scenes from a film.

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