The change in Kim’s gaze made Olivia shudder. She had always disliked Kim’s demeanor—pretending to be a dignified lady, her dancer’s figure perfectly maintained, always wearing a serene and harmless expression. But those eyes betrayed her—a predator’s eyes.
“Kim, what right do you have to call me a mistress?” Olivia snapped, her brow furrowed.
“Mistress? Why don’t you ask Henry if I’m one?” Kim replied coldly.
Scott Henry hesitated for a moment, then chuckled awkwardly. “How could you be a mistress? No matter what, I won’t let you feel wronged.”
“Scott Henry, what’s that supposed to mean?” Olivia shouted, her voice trembling with anger.
Just as the argument was heating up, a reporter suddenly appeared, camera flashing as they captured the scene.
“Olivia, can you clarify the relationship between the three of you?”
“Mr. Scott, is this young lady your new lover? There are rumors that you eloped with her on your wedding day—can you confirm this?”
“Olivia, Scott Henry, will you two still get married?”
Olivia turned pale. She hadn’t anticipated being caught in public with Kim, much less having reporters document it. The thought of being dragged into the headlines alongside Kim terrified her—she could already imagine netizens mocking her mercilessly.
Scott Henry’s expression darkened. He quickly shielded Kim, pulling her into the car while shouting, “Move aside! No photos!”
With that, he sped away, leaving the reporters and a humiliated Olivia standing alone.
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**Social Media Erupts**
The incident quickly made its way online, with major gossip accounts sharing the photos:
“Breaking: Scott Henry caught cheating with a wealthy heiress and renowned dancer!”
The attached images were striking. Kim’s elegance was undeniable, while Olivia stood awkwardly at the side, her pregnant figure and weary demeanor making her look like an attendant rather than a main character.
Comments flooded in:
– “OMG! This is so satisfying. Don’t pity Olivia—remember what she did? She mocked Scott Henry’s first wife on their wedding day and ended up getting abandoned herself! Karma’s real. ”
– “Honestly, Miss Walker looks amazing—so much classier than Olivia.”
– “Pregnant Olivia looks so dark, fat, and ugly. Next to Kim, she’s just embarrassing.”
– “Olivia really lost this time. Not just in the background but also in looks.”
– “She did this to herself. She had decent cards but ruined them all for a man. Now she doesn’t even have a company.”
The comments cut deeply, leaving Olivia fuming in her car, seething as she read them repeatedly, unable to calm down.
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**Another Scandal Emerges**
Not long after, Olivia saw Richard’s car leaving the Scott Corporation building. She decided to follow it, only to see it pull into a nearby residential complex.
What she saw next left her in shock.
A young woman stepped out of the car, her hand resting on her visibly pregnant belly. When Olivia saw the woman’s face, her eyes widened in disbelief.
It was Emily—and her belly was just as large as Olivia’s!
Richard hovered protectively beside Emily, his demeanor tender and doting. The two looked every bit like a couple.
Enraged, Olivia quickly snapped photos and sent them to Andrea.
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**A Confrontation Ensues**
Inside the upscale residential area, Richard had his arm around Emily as they strolled.
“Uncle Scott , what should we have for dinner tonight?” Emily asked playfully.
“Anything you make will be perfect,” he replied, smiling.
“Then let me ask our baby—what do you feel like eating, little one?”
“Good idea! Baby, what would you like?” Richard grinned, placing his hand gently on Emily’s belly.
The two laughed as they walked toward the gate, only to be interrupted by an icy voice.
“Richard !”
They turned to see Andrea, her face a mix of fury and despair, glaring at Emily’s belly.
“What’s the meaning of this?” she demanded.
Richard froze, the color draining from his face. The plan had been to have Emily give birth and quietly bring the child into the Scott family. But now, Andrea had discovered everything.
“What’s the meaning of what?” Richard tried to deflect, his tone defensive.
Andrea, clutching her chest in anger, snapped, “I just had b****t cancer surgery, barely survived, and you—YOU go and get your mistress pregnant? Have you no shame? You’re over fifty, and you’ve knocked up a girl in her twenties! Aren’t you embarrassed?”
Her outburst drew the attention of passersby, their stares making Richard even more uncomfortable.
“Age doesn’t matter. Emily and I are truly in love,” he argued weakly.
“In love? What do you think she loves about you? She’s with you for your money, you old fool! I’ve been by your side for decades, endured so much for this family, and this is how you repay me?”
As Andrea began to cry, Emily chimed in softly, “Aunt, please don’t cry. It’s my fault. I didn’t mean to come between your family or hurt you. It’s just that I love him so much, and we didn’t plan for this to happen…”
Her words only infuriated Andrea further.
“You two-faced little tramp! Don’t pretend to be innocent while you scheme behind my back! Love? You spread your legs for his money and now dare to act virtuous?!”
Emily’s soft “Aunt ” was clearly mocking, emphasizing Andrea’s age. Enraged, Andrea slapped Emily across the face.
