Contract Marriage: My Sweet Bossy Wife novel Chapter 122

"I don’t believe it! This can’t be true!" Leila roared with her eyes fixed on Lorenzo, her voice trembling.

"Mr. Fletcher, you told me you broke up with Jessica. You told me you would come to my birthday party. You told me you would give me a surprise!"

"I did come to your birthday party, and I did give you a surprise. But Jessica is my wife, and we never broke up," Lorenzo said calmly and lightly.

Leila’s mind reeled when she heard Lorenzo’s words, her heart sliding into her throat.

So this was the "surprise" Lorenzo had referred to.

He had deceived her! He had lied to her! He had taken advantaged of her! He had framed her up!

Ironically, Kevin, Aminah and Leila had considered Travis as Jessica’s husband, assuming that Lorenzo had dumped Jessica, but it turned out all this was Lorenzo and Jessica’s scheme!

Leila remembered clearly that she had spread rumors and spoken ill of Jessica at the party, which was attended by so many people from high society, including Felix, Amara and Lucian.

Among them, there must be some people who knew the truth, and they must treat her like a fool.

Now Leila felt as if she was a clown!

She had compared herself to Jessica since childhood, no matter in terms of school record or daily life.

"Lorenzo, I still can’t believe it. Even if you like Jessica, how can the Fletcher family accept a woman of a humble origin like her? You didn’t marry her at all, did you?"

Leila had become the biggest laughing stock across Ameriart now. Even if she didn’t want to accept the truth, she had no other choice but to accept it.

"And you, bitch! Who are you to steal my man! I’ve been dreaming of marrying Lorenzo, and I’ll never allow him to marry you! You don’t deserve to be Mrs. Fletcher!" Leila snapped as she pointed her finger at Jessica.

Jessica was totally aware how obsessed Leila had been with Lorenzo, and that Leila was a great actress. Now Leila couldn’t take it anymore and showed her true colors in a fit of anger.

"Leila, I think Aminah and you know very clearly if I married Lorenzo. Back then, you learned that the owner of the private estate was a cruel man and terminally ill, so you made me marry him instead. You forced me to marry into the private estate.

"I’m not blaming you now. You could have married Lorenzo and become Mrs. Fletcher, but you gave that opportunity away," Jessica said firmly as she looked at Leila with her twinkling eyes.

What did Jessica just say?

Leila’s body shook, and she drew back subconsciously, her brain in a buzz.

Jessica was right. Back then it was she herself and Aminah who had given up this opportunity. The two of them forced Jessica to marry into the private estate in place of Leila.

Why!

It was so unfair!

Leila could have been Mrs. Fletcher. However, the opportunity just passed her by!

Leila’s eyes dulled, and the next moment, she went limp and fell backwards full length. Fortunately, Aminah helped her up in time to prevent her from having a concussion.

"Mr. Fletcher, Jessica is no ordinary woman. She stayed in the outland for so long. If she hadn’t hooked up with other men, she couldn’t have come back to Ameriart safe and sound. She must have slept with countless men…"

Aminah tried to turn the tables. Even though Leila had no chance to marry Lorenzo now, she wouldn’t allow Jessica to be his wife.

"Mrs. Armstrong, that’s pure slander. I know better than anyone here what kind of person my wife is. Besides, I can be cruel and unreasonable when my wife is bullied. If you continue throwing mud at her, I’ll sue you till the day you die."

Lorenzo stared sharply at Aminah and shut her up.

"Leila, it’ll be all right. You’ll be OK…"

Panic-stricken, Aminah didn’t dare to meet Lorenzo’s gaze at all, but calmed Leila down in a whisper.

"Mom, I…"

Finally, Leila opened her eyes and looked weakly at Aminah.

"Leila, you don’t have to thank anyone but your mother. If she hadn’t made me marry Lorenzo in place of you, I wouldn’t have become Mrs. Fletcher at all. You gave me everything you’ve been dreaming of with your own hands.

"I almost thought Aminah was my mother."

Jessica’s lips curved into a smirk as she spoke.

"That’s not true! Jessica, I know you’re trying to drive a wedge between me and my girl!" Her face pale, Aminah said with trembling voice as she turned to Leila.