Love Coming From The Least Expected novel Chapter 112

Pausing to draw breath, I continued. “I would rather die or go to prison than to let you get away with this.”

If Crystal had not appeared as early as she did, things would have gone down one of two ways. I would have either smashed Mr. Wilson’s skull in and be charged for first-degree murder, or I would have had been raped and had my name dragged through the mud whilst being sedated.

“I did nothing of the sort!” Lyle exclaimed, shaking in fear. He glanced at Mr. Wilson on the floor and at the cuts along my arm, looking genuinely confused. Did he learn how to put on an expression like this from Crystal?

“Congratulations, you’ve failed to make yourself look like a cuckold,” I said as with as much venom I could muster, sneering at him as I did so with zero regard for his embarrassment.

“Yvonne, you can’t say things like that to Lyle,” Crystal exclaimed with shock. This must have been a misunderstanding. You danced with Mr. Wilson at the ball, didn’t you? How could you slander Lyle for something you did?” She played her trump card.

I gazed unblinkingly at her without a word. My expression was probably terrifying to behold, as I had just beaten a man unconscious. Crystal was taken aback at the intensity of my countenance.

“Lyle, I have never met a more despicable man than you. How could you call yourself a man with the way you’re making things difficult for a woman who is your wife? Even if you don’t love her anymore, do you have to destroy her reputation?” Sabrina shouted, her face contorted in rage. She pushed me into Christopher’s arms and dashed forward to slap Lyle twice across the face.

“It’s bad enough that you have another woman in your cheating heart, and you still plot to ruin Eve’s life. What has she done to you to make you want to go to such lengths to make her miserable?” Sabrina dropped all pretenses at being a lady to slap and claw at Lyle like a madwoman, which I found oddly admirable.

Though I still felt slightly dizzy, it was comforting being in Christopher’s arms with my eyes half shut. He hugged me tightly as he quivered with rage. His entire being looked as though it was going to explode under the intensity of the fury he was keeping under control. I knew that he was worried for me and my heart ached with sorrow for his pain.

It was a rare sight to see him trying to suppress his volcanic rage.