Chapter 61

Beatrice had been staying at the Pierson residence for the past few days, avoiding returning to the Croft residence. Her mother, Matilda Justice, came back from a shopping trip and found her still lying in bed. With a cold snort, she tossed a newspaper at Beatrice. "Look at this. This is what your man's been up to while you've been gone!" Beatrice's dazed eyes flickered and fell on the headline. It was Gregory lounging on a couch with one leg crossed over the other, and his arm draped over the backrest as he pulled a woman close to his embrace. He exhaled a stream of smoke across her face while she giggled with delight. That woman—she bore a striking resemblance to Blair. A wave of suffocation welled in Beatrice's chest, making each breath a struggle. She knew the woman wasn't Blair. It was the same woman from the club two years ago. For the past two years, she had stayed glued to Gregory's side, kept as his mistress. And now, she looked even more like Blair than ever. The w