Chapter 467 Unknown Secrets
"If I hadn't helped you get rid of that woman back then, do you think you'd have your prestigious position today? And now look at you—seducing my husband and trampling all over my dignity!"
"You lied to the Windsor family, claiming you were pregnant with Mr. Windsor's child, when in reality it was just some bastard from your affair. And to cover your tracks, you deliberately had an abortion."
"Zephyr never even slept with you—he couldn't stand the sight of you!"
Jasmine continued her tirade, hurling one insult after another.
Journalists, being naturally perceptive, quickly caught on to the bombshell revelations coming from Jasmine's mouth.
So Anouk had essentially stolen her position? Not only that, but she had married into the Windsor family under false pretenses, carrying another man's child while claiming it was a Windsor heir. This was explosive.
One reporter asked, "Jasmine, is all of this true? But I thought the Windsor and Montgomery families had already arranged the marriage?"
With one final burst of energy, Jasmine yanked the blanket off Anouk.
Anouk felt a chill run through her body as she cowered in the corner of the bed, her hair disheveled. Beyond anger, regret, and terror, she felt utterly humiliated—she had never been so exposed in her life. Dozens of eyes stared at her.
Jasmine showed no mercy. Turning to the reporter who had questioned her, she said, "I have evidence—of course it's true. Yes, there was an arranged marriage, but not with her specifically."
Jasmine turned back to glare at Anouk, pointing an accusing finger. "Anouk wasn't supposed to marry Zephyr—she was arranged to marry the Windsor family's eldest son. But she only wanted our current President, so she fabricated a pregnancy to approach Zephyr's father and change the marriage arrangement."
Another question came from the crowd. "If she wasn't carrying the President's child, didn't the Windsor family investigate?"
None of them noticed the figures standing in the doorway.
Zephyr had heard every word. This question had been gnawing at him too—a point of contention he couldn't reconcile. He knew he had never slept with Anouk, yet all the evidence suggested the child was his. It was something he'd avoided confronting for years.
Jasmine answered, "Investigate? Of course they did. But don't forget what industry the Montgomery family is in. Their authority is second only to the President's. Covering this up was child's play—they bought off plenty of people, and I was one of them."
"Jasmine, stop spreading lies!" Anouk suddenly shouted.
Jasmine looked at her and, surprisingly, smiled. Her anger had partially subsided, especially seeing Anouk in such a pitiful state.
"Spreading lies, am I?" Jasmine said. "As luck would have it, I recorded every conversation we had, every task you asked me to do. I'd be happy to play them back if you need a reminder!"
She turned her gaze to her husband, who sat with his head down, covering his face. Her expression was one of pure disgust.
"I also know about all the private favors you had Allan do for you using his position," she continued.
Allan finally looked up at his wife.
Jasmine gave him a cold glance. "Don't think I was oblivious to your affair. We've been married for over twenty years, sharing a bed for decades. Did you really think I wouldn't notice the changes in you? I simply chose not to confront you."
"You're probably wondering why I'm exposing everything today, aren't you?" She seemed to read Allan's mind.
Having vented her rage, Jasmine was now eerily calm.
"Because behind my back, you bought that woman a necklace worth five million dollars. Buying it was bad enough, but you used MY money. My money is not for maintaining your mistress!"
"So, Allan, I'm officially informing you—I want a divorce!"
Allan's mind exploded like a grenade had gone off inside it.
"No, darling, I was wrong. I was wrong," he pleaded, scrambling off the bed to grab Jasmine's hand, but she shook him off.
Jasmine was no simple housewife. She controlled the entire Faye Group as the only daughter of the Astor family, inheriting their considerable fortune. Allan had risen to his position largely because of his wife's backing—the Jennings family pedigree paled in comparison to the Astor legacy.
"No, you weren't wrong—I was. I was wrong to trust you," Jasmine said. "Since you're so devoted to your mistress, you can spend your next life with her!"
With that, she turned and left without a backward glance.
The reporters stood dumbfounded at the sudden conclusion. They had expected a prolonged scene, but it ended abruptly.
Allan tried to follow, but reporters immediately swarmed him, shoving microphones in his face and bombarding him with probing questions.
As Jasmine stepped out of the room, she froze at the sight of people standing outside. "Mr. Windsor? What are you doing here?" Her voice carried, loud enough for those inside to hear.
Hearing this, reporters turned around. When they saw Zephyr, everyone fell silent. This was becoming a complete disaster.
Anouk felt as if she'd been struck by lightning—paralyzed, unable to move a muscle.
"Harry, please escort all the reporters out. And have the people inside get dressed and brought to me," Zephyr said coldly, barely glancing inside before turning to leave.
As he passed Victoria, he simply said, "Victoria, you go back first. I will give you an explanation for today's events."
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