CHAPTER 80
As Violet approached the master bedroom door, it swung open from the inside with a soft creak. Sheena emerged, her cheeks flushed, hastily adjusting her disheveled skirt.
Their eyes locked in a tense moment of silent confrontation.
Sheena's expression turned to panic upon seeing Violet, immediately questioning why she had come upstairs instead of remaining downstairs in the banquet hall.
Violet's anger surged to new heights as she took in the sight of Sheena and the disarrayed bedroom. The lingering, sickening scent in the air and the faint sound of running water from the bathroom only added to her fury.
The audacity of a servant's daughter, seducing her husband right under her nose and turning her into a laughingstock in front of everyone!
Every ounce of humiliation Violet endured, every ounce of her failed schemes, and the ridicule from the guests—all of it was orchestrated by Sheena! Violet swore she would never forgive her for this betrayal.
In a fit of rage, Violet seized Sheena by her hair with a brutal grip, wrenching her close. Sheena gasped in shock and pain, her eyes wide with fear and disbelief. With swift and furious movements, Violet's hand cracked across Sheena's face with punishing force.
Each slap resonated through the room, a testament to Violet's pent-up frustration and anger. Her heart pounded with betrayal and humiliation, her grip on Sheena tightening as she vented her rage physically.
Sheena's cries of pain and pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as Violet unleashed her fury, uncaring of the consequences in that heated moment of raw emotion.
Her fury surged and she unleashed three stinging slaps in rapid succession. "You wretch! You're just a mutt in this house, yet you dare to crawl into our bed? Today, I'll make you pay! Just you wait!"
‘A mutt…’
It was that same insult once again!
For Sheena, no other insult cut as deeply as those words.
From the very start, the Schmidts had treated her like a mere dog. To them, she wasn't human. Not at all!
Well then, she would show them what happens when a dog finally bites back out of desperation!
The fear in Sheena's eyes vanished, replaced by a defiant glint. She retaliated swiftly, seizing Violet's hair and returning the three resounding slaps.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
Violet was taken aback, shocked that the audacious Sheena dared to strike back. Those powerful slaps left Violet reeling, her composure shattered.
Sheena stood tall, looking down at Violet with a mix of disdain and triumph. She felt a rush of relief flood through her, knowing she had finally spoken her truth, yet she wasn't finished.
Curling her lips into a smirk, Sheena squatted down to meet Violet eye to eye. Her voice dripped with clarity and defiance as she addressed Violet directly,
"Let me make something crystal clear, Mrs. Schmidt. The 'dog' you speak of didn't crawl into your husband's bed of her own accord. It's your husband who desires me. He craves me so much he can't resist. He's enchanted by my allure. Do you finally grasp that?"
"Oh, but you probably wouldn't know," Sheena taunted, her voice laced with a mix of mockery and triumph. "Justin confided in me that he hasn't laid a finger on you in ages. And not only that, he barely even spares you a glance. He feels nothing for you!"
Violet seethed with anger, her hands trembling with rage. "You... you filthy wretch. I'll tear your mouth apart!"
Sheena smirked contemptuously and brushed away Violet's hand. "By the way, do you know what Justin finds most irresistible about me? He simply adores my legs."
As Sheena spoke, she lifted the edge of her skirt deliberately, revealing a constellation of love marks scattered across her fair-skinned legs.
Violet seethed with fury, unable to rise from where she lay on the ground. She gripped her chest, panting heavily with rage.
"You despicable creature," she growled through gritted teeth. "Shut up! Just shut your filthy mouth!"
Sheena hadn't anticipated witnessing Violet, whose demeanor exuded pride and superiority, crumble so spectacularly. The satisfaction of witnessing Violet's humiliation was deeply gratifying to her.
The water in the bathroom ceased, and Justin's voice resounded as he emerged from within. "What's going on here?"
Sheena swiftly wiped the self-satisfied smirk off her face. In a split second, she seized Violet's hand and forcefully slapped her own cheek, staggering to the side with feigned force.
Justin stepped out just in time to witness the scene unfold. Instinctively, he reached out and caught Sheena as she appeared to lose balance. Lowering his gaze, he spotted the red marks on Sheena's cheek, his expression clouding with anger. He turned to Violet and bellowed,
"This isn't Sheena's fault! Why did you hit her?"
Justin's betrayal cut deeper as he defended his affair partner even after being caught red-handed. The taste of iron flooded Violet's throat, her anger so intense that it brought forth a mouthful of blood.
Sheena nestled into Justin's embrace, her eyes cold and calculating as she observed Violet's visceral reaction. In that moment, she savored the satisfaction of having successfully enacted her revenge!
