Chapter120 Miranda Is Your Mistress
After leaving the equestrian club, Miranda drove herself back to the company.
That afternoon, after handling her work, Miranda's thoughts returned to the competition.
She opened her computer, fingers flying across the keyboard as she searched for information about today's event.
The webpage loaded quickly.
The official website's headline had already been updated with several photos of her presenting the award to the champion.
In the photos, she wore the white custom riding outfit, a gracious smile on her face, the heavy gold medallion in her hands as she presented it to the tall champion rider beside her.
Miranda scrolled down further. Most of the comments praised the horses and the excitement of the competition, with only occasional discussions about her appearance. There were no negative remarks.
Not even any gossip about her being isolated in the socialite circle.
Everything seemed suspiciously normal.
"Am I really just being paranoid?"
Miranda leaned back in her chair, rubbing her throbbing temples.
She picked up her cold coffee and took a sip, the bitter taste spreading through her mouth and clearing her head somewhat.
Maybe that was it.
When Celeste invited her to the equestrian club, she had informed Mr. Prescott.
She wouldn't dare scheme against her right under her grandfather's nose. If something went wrong, Mr. Prescott would lose face, and Celeste would be punished.
With that thought, the heavy weight in Miranda's chest lifted slightly.
She closed the webpage and forced herself to focus on work.
The raw materials problem remained unsolved. Lisa had been running around all day with her team. She'd just sent a message saying they'd visited several small mines nearby, but either the purity wasn't sufficient or they were already sold out.
Miranda stared at the screen full of data and reports, took a deep breath, and dove back into the tedious work.
What she didn't know was that the moment she closed that webpage, the repost count for that award photo was exploding.
After finishing work for the day, she returned to the Prescott estate late at night.
Pushing open her bedroom door, a wave of cold emptiness greeted her.
Clifton hadn't come home yet.
Miranda came out from her shower and applied a face mask while reviewing information about ore mines.
As she was reading, her phone on the desk vibrated.
A brief message with just two words: "All good."
It was from Clifton.
Miranda couldn't help but smile, the corners of her mouth lifting as she sent back an emoji.
At the same time.
In the western part of the city, in a hillside villa district.
Inside a brightly lit luxury villa, the atmosphere was suffocatingly oppressive.
"Crash!"
An expensive vase was smashed violently against the floor, shards scattering everywhere.
"Thomas, are you even human?"
In the living room, a woman in a silk robe screamed hysterically, completely abandoning any semblance of composure. Her hair was disheveled, and her usually well-maintained hands now pointed accusingly at the man before her, trembling violently with rage.
Standing opposite her was the man who had won the championship at this morning's equestrian competition.
And this woman was his wife, Elara.
The Thomas of this moment bore no resemblance to the confident figure on the racetrack.
He wore an expensive suit, but his tie was askew, and a bright red handprint marked his face.
"Honey, let me explain."
Thomas was sweating profusely, his face pale, his eyes darting nervously. "There's nothing. I don't have a mistress!"
"No mistress?"
Elara laughed as if she'd heard the funniest joke, laughing until tears came to her eyes.
"If there's no mistress, then what was that phone call just now? I heard it."
"That was... that was a sales call."
Thomas stubbornly made excuses. "Honey, believe me. I love you so much. How could I possibly betray you? I would never do that."
As he spoke, he tried to grab Elara's hand, playing the emotional card.
"Get away from me!"
Elara shook off his hand and slapped him again.
"Smack!"
The slap rang out crisp and clear.
"You're still treating me like a fool?"
Elara's eyes were bloodshot, her chest heaving violently. "Thomas, do you really think I don't know? You've been hiding this from me. Is that slut pregnant?"
At those words, Thomas's legs nearly gave out, and he almost collapsed.
"Honey, I was wrong. I was really wrong..."
Thomas dropped to his knees with a thud, his kneecaps hitting the floor with a dull sound.
"I do have a mistress, but honey, don't worry. I would never let that woman get pregnant."
He clutched his wife's legs, crying bitterly. He didn't dare admit that his mistress was pregnant. Everything he had achieved was thanks to his wife's father.
If his wife found out, he would be kicked out of his CEO position.
"I was confused for a moment. That woman seduced me," the man continued making excuses.
"I swear I was just playing around with her. She's definitely not pregnant."
Looking at this pathetic, weeping man at her feet, Elara felt nothing but disgust. The hatred in her heart grew wild like weeds.
This was the man she'd loved for ten years.
This was the man who had once sworn to protect her for life.
"Admitting it now?"
Elara laughed coldly and pulled a crumpled receipt from her robe pocket, throwing it in Thomas's face.
"Did you buy this for that slut too?"
The light piece of paper fluttered to the ground.
Thomas looked down, his pupils contracting sharply.
It was a receipt from H-brand for a custom purchase, clearly showing: Women's white limited edition riding outfit, amount: 160,000.
"Honey, this..."
"This morning, the woman who presented you with the award wore this exact outfit. She's the mistress, isn't she?"
Elara gritted her teeth, each word squeezing through clenched jaws. "That slut even dared to show off online. Is she waiting for netizens to praise how well-matched you two are?"
Thomas's mind went blank. The woman who presented the award?
He remembered she had indeed worn a white riding outfit. He'd even taken a few extra looks at her.
Thomas's mind raced, calculating.
If his wife found out his mistress was pregnant in the hospital, she would definitely rush over and kill the child.
That was his only son!
Weighing the pros and cons, Thomas spoke: "Honey, you... you already know everything..."
Hearing him admit it, Elara laughed coldly.
"So it is that woman!"
Thomas saw his wife looking ready to kill and quickly made promises.
"Honey, I'll never do it again. I'll break up with her. Right now!"
"Break up?"
Elara laughed coldly and kicked him away. "Can you really bear to?"
She took a deep breath, her eyes gradually turning venomous.
"I want to see just how capable this slut is, who dares to interfere in my marriage, spend my money, sleep with my husband, and show her face so brazenly in public."