The Runaway Groom

Chapter 44 “Sheryl Harris – you’re a real idiot, you know that? It’s tragic how you can’t tell what your own husband wants!”

Samantha was folding her arms before her chest and gloating. “All Lionel wanted was for your daughter to become family with the Jeffersons, so that she becomes a puppet for his own ends. That’s the only reason he’s not divorcing you! Are you really stupid enough to think that he still gives a damn about you? If that’s true, why would he have me at his side for twenty years, or let your daughter marry into the Jefferson family?”

“Sure, the Jeffersons are a genuine dynasty, but Isaac Jefferson is also infamous for his bad temper. Did you think your daughter would not suffer, as a woman he was forced to marry? If you’re smart, divorce Lionel right now, and your daughter just might stop suffering.” “Y-You’re lying!” Sheryl snapped, but she lacked the strength and therefore the authority! Outside, Irene wobbled. Her father had put her through many lessons, such as piano, dance, and art. At first, she believed that Lionel wanted her to be a star. Now, however, it was clear that he had planned for her to have such skills to entice Isaac.

Her father was truly cunning, to scheme against her own daughter and use her like a tool!

She should have been jaded after all these years, but her heart still hurt now.

Inside, Samantha was still gloating. “Just get a divorce if you know what’s good for you.

“Tell Lionel Spencer to come

entered, saying, “You’re the one who shouldn’t be here.” Samantha quickly gathered hersell, and it was easy since it was Irene who heard what she said, and not Lionel. It was line if she found out… ideal, even, just so she

not want to stay a mistress for

you know in your heart that what I

free of your father, get your mother

“You’re not

doing this for your own good,

that Lionel only ever cared about his own gains, or he would not have stayed married to her mother. In fact, he would have long since married Samantha if he really loved her. “Also, you think I’m being used, but I could say the same about you. He wanted a son and you gave him one, but he didn’t give you anything in return-doesn’t that make you a baby-making tool? What is there for you to gloat about to

that Lionel had no love for anything except power

else

had been alternating until it turned dark, her face contorting so horribly that even