The Cherished Wife



Before anyone could react, J had already dashed past Charles, heading straight for his sports car.

J dashed to the car, yanking at the door handle with no luck. Her eyes were glued to the car's interior, but she couldn't see anything. She slammed her hands against the door in frustration. "Open up! I know you're in there! You have the nerve to hop into Charles's ride but are too scared to face me? Come out, you homewrecker! Open the door!"

J was frantically pulling and tugging at Charles's car. A crowd had formed at the mall entrance, whispering and speculating about the drama unfolding. When they overheard J shouting 'homewrecker' at the person inside the car, all eyes were on her.

The onlookers were trying to figure out if J was the girlfriend and the one in the car the side chick, which would explain J's meltdown. Then, they all looked at Charles and realized he was drop-dead gorgeous enough for women to fight over him. In no time, the girls around whipped out their phones and started snapping pics of Charles. Some of the more justice-minded folks could not help but speak up, "Lady, that's your man, isn't it? He's handsome, but he's no good. You're better off dumping him!"

"No, I won't break up with him! Charles, please, just tell her to leave!" J pleaded, her eyes brimming with hope.NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Charles, however, was a statue of ice. He gave J a brief, chilly look before focusing on Clarisse. "Mom, is this the spectacle you were hoping for? Is this the kind of class the Bakers are known for? What a wonderful niece you've raised!"

Charles's voice was frosty as he locked eyes with Clarisse, his words like ice. "You've worn out every last bit of respect I had for you."

"Charles, Charles!" Clarisse's voice cracked with panic. "You know J, she... Please, don't be mad at her. I'll take her away right now." She knew she had ticked off Charles this time and shot a desperate look at the driver. "Leonard, bring her back, now!"

"Leave me alone! Aunt Clary, why won't you help me? Charles has someone else, and you promised you'd make him marry me!"

"The girl is calling that woman 'aunt' while the guy is calling her Mom! Are they cousins?"

"Wow, the girl has a crush on her cousin and wants to marry him? What kind of messed-up story is this? And the mom's in on it too? Is she pushing her niece to marry her own son?"

"Oh my gosh, this is so confusing."

"But the guy's really good-looking! No wonder his sister's into him. I'd marry him in a heartbeat."

"Totally, he's super hot!"

"But still, he's her cousin! This is so wrong. What about decency?"

The crowd was buzzing with gossip and pointing fingers at Clarisse and J, while Clarisse's face turned stormy. J's meltdown was.

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"Leonard, get her in the car now!"

The driver, Leonard, paused, but at Charles's nod, he moved to escort J away. J, however, was not having any of it. She dashed over, trying to grab Charles's hand, but ke shook her off with a flick of his wrist. "I'm running out of patience, Mom. I've got an important client tomeet. If you mess this up for me it won't just be J who pays the price. Even you won't be able to stick around in Brookville. You'll have to go back to where you came from!"