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Chapter_73
Ganging Up
“Both of you, shut up!” Matthew’s voice rang out sharply, his frustration spilling over as he glared at both me and Melanie.
“So you’re protecting her, huh?” I couldn’t help but shoot back. “You cradle your sister and let her call the shots. Honestly, she doesn’t seem like your sister at all. From the looks of it, she’s the one sleeping by your side. You do whatever she says! You’re like her lapdog!”
Matthew’s face darkened at my words, his anger flaring. “Come on, Chloe… What are you talking about? Can’t you show a little restraint? Think about the bigger picture.”
His expression shifted quickly, and in a flash, he shoved me away. I stumbled, nearly losing my balance, but Johnson was quick to catch me, his hands steadying me as I glared back at Matthew.
“Ms. Chloe!” Johnson gasped, his voice tinged with concern.
Behind her brother, Melanie sneered, a venomous whisper escaping her lips as she leaned in close to him. “Matt, can’t you see she’s only after your money? She only cares about herself. Has she ever genuinely worried about you?”
Then she turned to me with a malicious grin. “Chloe, remember that Tanum Corporation belongs to the Murphy family. It legally belongs to Matt. It has nothing to do with you. So what if you were the founder? You can’t even touch it now!”
I locked eyes with Matthew, ignoring Melanie’s taunts. “Matthew, is this what you want?” I asked, my voice unwavering despite the hurt swirling in my chest.
His face reddened in silence, his lips pressed tight as he avoided my gaze. I clenched my fists at my sides, fighting to hold back the tears threatening to spill.
“Let me be clear, Matthew,” I said, my tone cold and resolute. “Listen carefully. If you’re as cruel and ungrateful as she described, I built Tanum Corporation from the ground up, and I can create another one just like it. I don’t care if she’s your sister or the love of your life. If she dares to challenge me again, I won’t let her off so easily!”
When Melanie flashed an arrogant smile behind her brother, I didn’t back down. “Don’t try to outsmart me. He’s still my man. Your impatience won’t help. You’ll have to go through me to reach certain things and people.”
With those final words, I turned on my heel and walked away, my heart heavy with the weight of it all.
Matthew shouted after me. “Stop!” His true colors were beginning to show through, his desperation and guilt clear.
I paused, my foot hovering in midair before I turned to face him once again. “Is there something else you want to say?” My voice was filled with a mixture of anger and disbelief.
Staring at him, I added, “You dare raise your voice at me? Don’t forget, I didn’t cheat like you did. There’s no need for you to gang up on me. But at least you’re my husband, so I can understand when you act this way. But her… she has no right! She eats my food, drinks my wine, and still wants to dump her problems on me. Matthew, you’re pushing me too far!”
With that, I stormed out of my office, the rage bubbling inside me as I stepped into the chaos that awaited me outside.
As I emerged, the reporters were waiting, cameras flashing and questions being shouted. They swarmed me, their voices a blur as they pushed and pulled at me like a puppet with no strings. I barely registered their presence—my mind was too full of everything that had just transpired.
Then, through the crowd, a firm hand reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me away from the frenzy. My head was pounding, and everything around me felt distant and hazy. The car that awaited me seemed like a refuge from the storm.
I was shoved into the backseat, my head throbbing as the car began to drive away. My phone rang incessantly, but I was too disoriented to answer. The hand that had pulled me in now snatched the phone from my grasp, and finally, the world fell silent.
The car continued its journey, my body numb and my mind in a fog. When it finally stopped, I was pulled out of the car, disoriented and unsure of where I was.