Chapter 322

The corner of Yuna’s mouth lifted in a sly smile. Her eyes glittered with something dangerous, like a cat watching a cornered mouse. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Her features remained deliberately vague, masking her true intentions behind a wall of practiced indifference. “When I found out about your affair with my husband, I spent a long time deciding how to confront you. How to make you pay.” She paused. “I considered making a scene, slapping you, even dragging you by your hair...” Another pause. “But then I reminded myself, I am a woman of class.”

Yuna’s fingers drummed rhythmically on the edge of the table, a gesture that might have seemed nervous to an onlooker. But Emmeline knew better. It wasn’t nervousness, it was control, a deliberate display of calm meant to unnerve her.

Yuna’s sharp eyes bore into hers, dissecting her every move and her every breath.

“I can’t stoop to the level of disciplining a mistress,” Yuna began with venom. “It’s not the f