Chapter 148
Nathan's eyes sparkled with triumph as he leaned closer to Evelyn. "You've been separated for over a year now," he murmured, voice dripping with satisfaction. "There's no moral dilemma between Ruth and me. The only thing missing is a few legal formalities."
Gordon—no, Harrison—stood frozen, as if struck by lightning. His face drained of color, his body swaying slightly under the weight of Ruth's icy rejection. The woman he had manipulated for years was slipping through his fingers, and the realization hit him like a freight train.
"Good heavens! Mrs. Montgomery has made her choice!" someone in the crowd gasped.
The Blackwood family exchanged stunned glances. Given Ruth's earlier hesitation, they had assumed she would remain hopelessly devoted to Harrison.
The paparazzi swarmed, firing questions about the impending divorce. Harrison, still dazed, finally grasped the gravity of his situation. His expression shifted through several shades of disbelief before he forcibly smoothed it into his usual composed facade.
Swallowing his pride, he forced a tender tone. "Darling, this talk of divorce is just a rash decision. Are you really going to throw away our years together over this scheming wretch?" His voice softened, laced with practiced charm. "I can forgive you this once. After all, we've endured so much together. I still want to walk this path with you. Now, the choice is yours—do you trust me, or this conniving snake?"
Harrison knew exactly how to manipulate Ruth. And for a moment, it worked. Her eyes flickered with doubt, memories of their past flooding back—the love, the sacrifices, the years she had spent believing in him.
How predictable.
Nathan scoffed, stepping forward. "Uncle Harrison, spare us the theatrics. Even now, you're still trying to play with Ruth's emotions?"
Harrison's face twisted. "How dare you—"
Before he could finish, a murmur rippled through the crowd.
The paparazzi scrambled to check their recordings, terrified they'd missed the bombshell. The onlookers exchanged scandalized glances, their gazes darting between Harrison and Ruth.
Because the truth was out.
The man who had played the doting husband for years… lasted less than two minutes in bed.
Ruth's hands trembled. "H-How… is this possible?"
Nathan leaned in, whispering something in her ear. Her face flushed crimson, then paled to ghostly white. When she finally looked at Harrison again, her eyes burned with a fury no one had ever seen before.
The Blackwoods, however, already knew the truth.
Nathan had laid it all bare—how Ruth had spent years believing their infertility was her fault, how Harrison had dodged medical tests, how he had manipulated her into carrying the guilt.
And now?
Harrison had the audacity to act betrayed.
"You've lost your mind!" he spat, backing away. "If you're going to humiliate me like this, then fine—let's divorce! But don't expect forgiveness!"
Pathetic.
Evelyn barely suppressed a laugh. Harrison was unraveling before their eyes, his carefully constructed image crumbling into dust.
The hotel staff finally arrived, ushering the crowd away, but the damage was done.
By the time Evelyn and the Blackwoods reached the lobby, whispers had already spread like wildfire. Phones buzzed incessantly, social media exploding with fresh gossip.
She checked hers.
Trending:
➤ Harrison Montgomery lasts less than 2 minutes
➤ The truth behind the Montgomery infertility scandal
➤ Nephew exposes uncle’s decades-long manipulation
➤ Rebecca Whitaker: The unluckiest woman alive
Evelyn smirked.
Game over, Harrison.