Chapter 31
In the private room, Victoria was tipsy, her cheeks flushed, and her throat sore from talking, but no more tears fell.
She had spilled everything: five years of frustration, numbness, and the heartache of loving someone who never saw her.
Evie, listening in, was practically in tears herself. She couldn't believe Henry treated Victoria like a stand-in for Sarah, and she almost wanted to confront him herself.
Victoria stopped her with a hand. "Don't... Calm down. Wait until I divorce him, then you can do whatever you want."
Evie flicked Victoria lightly on the forehead. "What's wrong with you? I take him out now, and then you inherit all his money."
Victoria, half-drunk, nodded slowly. "Hmm, that's true."
Her head fell onto the pillow, and she was asleep in no time.
Evie and Diana helped her to the bed in the inner room, tucking her in carefully.
Evie made it clear that no one was allowed to disturb her.
"I can't just let this go," Evie said, her fists clenched. "She's been through so much. I have to do something."
Diana raised an eyebrow. "You're really going to go up against Henry? Are you insane?"
Evie cracked a small, mischievous smile. "Just a little sabotage. I need to make him regret it. Otherwise, I'll explode from all this frustration."
Diana frowned. "Be careful. Henry is ruthless and dangerous."
Evie nodded, grinning. "Don't worry. I'll keep it subtle."
The next few days, Victoria stayed at home, consumed by perfecting her perfume.
She'd stopped pressuring Henry about the divorce, deciding she needed some space to clear her head. If she faced him too soon, she might lose control. And in the end, it would only make things worse for her.
Then, one day, her phone rang. It was Henry. She hesitated before answering.
Victoria thought, "Could this be it? Is he finally ready to talk about the divorce?"
"Hello?" Victoria said.
Henry's voice was cool, almost indifferent. "Evie is your friend, right?"
Victoria stood up, alarmed. "What's going on? Don't you dare do anything to her!"
She was completely caught off guard and thought, "Why is he asking about Evie?"
Henry's tone didn't change. "Come to Night Club." And just like that, the line went dead. He wanted to talk face-to-face.
Victoria hurried to Night Club, her heart in turmoil. When she entered the private room, she saw Henry lounging on the sofa, looking unfazed. Meanwhile, Evie was being held by two bodyguards, her face twisted with anger as she shot him a furious glare.
"What are you doing? Let her go!" Victoria stepped forward, trying to push the two bodyguards aside.
Evie met her gaze and immediately shot back, "Henry, I did it alone. Why bring her into this?"
Victoria frowned at her words. "What did you do?"
Evie straightened up, defiantly crossing her arms. "I just couldn't stand him, so I taught him a little lesson. But this guy, he's so petty and came storming in here to blame me."
Henry let out a dry laugh, his eyes cold as he stared at her. "You poured paint all over my car, and now I can't come to you for a little justice?"
Evie raised an eyebrow. "You? Justice? That's rich."
Victoria blinked, looking a bit lost, before silently giving Evie a thumbs-up. "Damn, you've got guts."
She turned to Henry. "Okay, she did it for me. How much damage are we talking about here? I'll pay you back."
Henry replied without missing a beat, "Two hundred million dollars."
"Wait, what?" Victoria had been calm a second ago, but now her jaw dropped.
Henry repeated, "Two hundred million."
Victoria whipped around to Evie. "Hold on... How many cars?"
Evie hesitated, her eyes darting around. "Uh, maybe three, four, or five cars?"
Henry's cars were all rare, limited editions, each one worth more than a mansion in the best part of town.
Victoria had thought she'd just painted one car, but now she was in full-blown shock.
The paint wasn't easy to fix, and each car would need to be completely repainted. The cost was insane.
Victoria took a deep breath and whispered. "Why so many? One car would've been enough for a little revenge."
Evie bit her lip, her voice a little sheepish. "Well, I was just going to do one. But then, the next day, he switched to an even more expensive one. I got mad, so I... kept going."
For an entire week, Henry's cars changed daily, and so did the colors of the paint.
Victoria took a moment to collect herself, then flashed a smile and walked over to Henry.
"Look, Henry, we're still technically married. Can we just talk this out?"
Henry raised an eyebrow, the slightest hint of amusement in his gaze. "Aren't you the one who wanted a divorce?"
Victoria grinned. "Well, that didn't exactly work out, did it? So, how about we find a way to fix this? Maybe let it go for me?"
Henry sat back on the couch, his legs casually crossed, the top two buttons of his black shirt undone, exuding a relaxed yet dangerously alluring aura. His gaze, steady and intense, focused on her face as he reached out, his fingers brushing softly against her lips.
Victoria had put on a peach-pink gloss before leaving, and now her lips were soft and plump, looking like ripe peaches, tempting and sweet.
"Don't you dare touch her!" Evie snapped, struggling to break free. She tried to charge at him, but the bodyguards quickly restrained her.
Henry shot them a look, and the bodyguards swiftly dragged Evie out of the room.