My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner - Chapter 175

Chapter 175: Mother Slut
Selene stared at the text she received from Leo. More money had disappeared from the company. “He’s becoming bold these days,” she thought out loud as she read the docs he sent to her.

When she was done, she switched to another app and dialed a number.

“Please can you come over? I want you to do something for me,” she said once the call was connected. When she got the confirmation reply from the other end, she hung up on the call and waited for the person to arrive.

**

Michelle was in the living room of the Harrison mansion, trying to contact her in-laws to take her back and reaching out to producers for a movie role, even though they had declined countless times. Unfortunately, no one was picking up. Frustrated, she had no choice but to grunt in exasperation.

“They think they can get rid of me so easily? I will show them,” she muttered as she redialed their numbers again, her fingers tapping on the screen of her phone with pent-up frustration.

Suddenly, the doorbell of the entrance door could be heard and a servant came out to answer it.

She walked towards Michelle after answering the door.

“Excuse me, ma’am. Mrs Harrison seems to have gotten a package, but she’s not around,” she informed, interrupting Michele which got her a pointed look. “Where should I keep it?” She asked.

“Drop it on my head. Go on, drop it on my head,” Michelle dared as she glared at the servant. “Don’t you know where her room is?” She questioned.

Immediately, the servant apologized, bowed, and intended to leave, but Michelle stopped her, her eyes on the package in the maid’s hands.

“Who delivered that?” She asked, suddenly curious.

“It was a dispatch rider, ma’am,” the servant replied.

“Give me that.” Michelle grabbed the package from the servant swiftly. “You can go!” She barked at the servant who immediately ran back into the kitchen for her dear life.

“Did mother purchase something online? She has been buying a lot of things lately,” she wondered as she tried to open the package with curiosity. “If she bought another bag, then I’m taking this one. She had too many already.”

Michelle unwrapped the package but was greeted with another package inside. She frowned deeply before unwrapping the next one. But right after, she was met with another package.

Michelle grunted, feeling like whoever wrapped the package was toying with her patience.

She took a steady breath and unwrapped the last one.

“Did she buy jewelry instead?” Michelle wondered. When she started unwrapping the package, it had been large enough to suggest it contained a bag. But as the package got smaller and smaller, she realized she needed to lower her expectations.

Michelle’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when she saw the picture. It turned out the package contained pictures instead of accessories.

Michelle glared into the picture with confusion evident in her expression. In one picture, Amelia was hugging a man in the middle of the streets.  The next one, she was in a club with a man, the next one, she was shopping with the same man.

Although Amelia wore a scarf in all pictures, they’d been taken with such a good angle one would identify her immediately.

Michelle continued to flip through the pictures, utterly shocked to find out that her mother was having an affair with another man. Disgust clouded Michelle’s face when she found her mother and another man being intimidated in the pictures.

Not able to handle it anymore, Michelle dropped the pictures and took a few steps away from them, as if they were germs and if she heard them, she would be infected.

As if on cue, Amelia walked into the living room and found Michelle standing like a statue with a disgusting look.

“What happened?” Why do you have such a face?” Amelia asked.

Michelle glared at Amelia as she pointed to the picture on the couch.

“What are these pictures, mother? Why are you with another man, being all intimate with him as if you are a married couple?” Michelle questioned Amelia who immediately regretted arriving home.

She couldn’t believe what her eyes were seeing. At first, she had to blink her eyes a few times to be sure she was seeing what she thought she was seeing.

“Where did these pictures come from?” Amelia asked Michelle who was glaring at her mother with a face scrunched up in disgust.

“Does that matter, mum?!” She questioned.

“Michelle…” Amelia grabbed Michelle’s hands softly even though hers was shaking so much. “You need to believe me, these are fake. They must be photoshopped, they aren’t real.”

Michelle yanked her wrist from Amelia’s hold out of disgust before walking towards the couch to pick out a picture from the pile.

“Then, what about this picture?” Michelle questioned, holding the picture up in Amelia’s face. “You are wearing the same green dress and a scarf in the picture, which only means it was taken today.”

Amelia felt like all her skeletons had been let out of the cupboard, leaving her exposed and speechless, unable to defend herself. Especially since the picture Michelle was holding in her face had been taken while she was being intimate with her lover.

She could only open her mouth but no word could come out.

“So, this is the kind of mother you are? You disgust me,” Michelle spatted with venom.

Meanwhile, Amelia’s face had already paled as she tried to think of a way to defend herself.

“Michelle, you need to believe me. These pictures are photoshopped. Maybe I have a stalker who keeps following and taking pictures of me, then photoshopped it just to ruin my name,” she tried to explain herself

Michelle shook her head slightly as tears streamed down her face. “You are a disgusting woman. You are cheating on your husband when he’s sick? From the looks of things, I don’t think you started recently. You’ve always been a slut!”

PAK!!

Michelle felt her suddenly go numb with a sharp pain.