The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 268

Chapter 268:

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The sharp crack of palm meeting flesh echoed through the room.

Corrine’s strike caught Leah off-guard, snapping her head to the side. Before she could recover, Corrine seized her hair and delivered another stinging blow.

“This slap is for your insolence and repeated disrespect.”

The words had barely left her lips before she administered a third devastating strike.

“This slap is for ignoring my warnings time and again.”

Leah barely had time to register the burning pain before her knees buckled. She crumpled to the floor, her carefully styled hair now a tangled mess, her vision swimming from the blows.

For a moment, she just sat there, pressing shaky hands to her swollen face, eyes wide with disbelief.

“You—” Her voice wavered, thick with humiliation.

“How dare you hit me?”

Corrine flexed her slightly numbed fingers and smiled, as if amused by the question.

“Why wouldn’t I?” she replied lightly.

“You bitch! I’ll kill you!” Leah shrieked, scrambling to her feet. But in her haste, the hem of her gown caught on her heel. With a graceless stumble, she fell flat on her face with a loud thud.

Corrine tilted her head, looking down at Leah with an expression of pure disdain.

“I heard you’re planning a comeback in the entertainment industry,” she mused.

“Well, Miss Burgess, consider this your grand reintroduction to the public.”

Bruce emerged from the crowd, gathering Leah protectively in his arms.

“Leah, are you okay?”

“Bruce, I can’t face anyone anymore.” Leah collapsed against him, her sobs wracking her frame.

The weight of judgment in the room was suffocating. Around them, guests exchanged pointed looks, their murmurs thick with disdain. Human curiosity was a powerful thing—scandal, even more so. And tonight, the media had been handed a golden story on a silver platter.

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Reporters swarmed, cameras flashing as they zeroed in on the trio at the center of it all—the jilted fiancée, the unfaithful lover, and the shameless side piece.

Corrine lowered her gaze, watching Bruce fuss over Leah, his touch gentle, his voice full of tenderness—the kind he had never once shown her. But now, it no longer hurt her.

“Bruce, you promised marriage once the company recovered, vowing lifelong love and devotion. For three years, we shared starlit nights and dreams, planned futures and debated life’s meanings. I believed we shared an unparalleled connection. Now I see myself as nothing but a fool in your manipulation.”

A soft, bitter laugh escaped her as she ducked her head, brushing away invisible tears.

“If your heart lay elsewhere, simple honesty would have sufficed. Why choose deception, leaving us both scarred by the aftermath?”

Leah’s glare cut through Corrine, her body trembling with fury. Her clenched teeth barely held back the venom brewing inside her. The cold glint in her eyes was as sharp and lethal as a snake poised to strike.

Before the tension could settle, a voice rang out from the crowd.

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