Chapter 615

As Yuna’s laughter filled the air, Ablett’s fury surged like a wildfire unchecked. Powerless to lash out at Hackett, the man who truly deserved his wrath, Ablett clung to the last vestiges of hope in his heart.

Without a word, he grabbed Zoe’ by the arm, dragging her out with a mixture of force and urgency. They sped off, the car racing towards the casino like a bullet from a gun.

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The casino, still closed to the public, was eerily quiet, its poker tables standing in orderly rows beneath dim lighting. Ablett pushed Zoe inside with a callous shove.

Zoe stumbled and fell hard onto the floor.

Pain shot through her, and she had never seen Ablett this enraged. Burning with anger herself, she shouted, “Coward! If you’re sick, go pop some pills! Why take it out on me? What, you gonna hit a woman now?”

Ablett’s voice rose to a shout. “Hit you? I’m gonna do more than that, I might as well kill you! Oh, Zoe, you think you’re so clever, betraying me and act as if nothing happened?”

Zoe’s heart skipped a beat, and a nervous tremor took her. Since the moment the test results came back at the hospital, she had anticipated this confrontation, but she hadn’t expected it to come so swiftly. She had thought Ablett too meek to ever lay a hand on her. But as they say, even a cornered dog will leap over a wall in desperation, let alone a man who learns he’s been wearing the cuckold’s horns-for a staggering twenty-five years!

Quaking, Ablett strode forward, crouched before Zoe, and gripped her throat, exerting a silent pressure, “Talk! What the hell happened?””

Gasping and coughing, Zoe managed, “How can I talk when you’re choking me? Let go!”

Ablett, eyes blazing, released his hold.

Zoe sucked in desperate breaths, then cautiously eyed Ablett’s face.

“Listen to me, it was an accident…”

“Cut the crap! I want the truth! The truth!” Ablett exploded.

Another shiver ran through Zoe. She swallowed hard, mustering the courage to reveal the secret she had harbored for twenty-five years.

“On the night of Hackett and Penelope’s fifth wedding anniversary, he came home drunk. I was following orders, making him a honey-lemon tea to sober him up. But you know, I bear some resemblance to Penélope. The room was dark, and when I brought him the tea, he mistook me for her.copy right hot novel pub