The Scorned Heiress: No More Mercy novel Chapter 649

Normally, the estate's maids handle the Dennis family's laundry. Deanna has never needed to wash a single garment herself, nor has she ever felt the urge to snoop through her husband's phone or inspect his clothes for traces of infidelity. She trusted him implicitly, frequently bragging to her high-society friends about his unwavering devotion.

But now, these damning pieces of evidence feel like brutal, consecutive slaps to her face.

"How could this be? No, it can't be true. It can't be!" Deanna whispers frantically, hot tears streaming down her cheeks.

The husband she trusted for decades, the man she believed cherished her above all else, has actually betrayed her?

The realization that his mistress might be that very woman from the tea party makes Deanna's blood boil with an all-consuming rage. If it really is her, there is zero chance the woman didn't know Deanna's identity. She intentionally flaunted the jewelry and spewed those provocative words just to mock her!

Thinking about how she was kept completely in the dark, paraded around like a clueless idiot while the mistress openly provoked her, makes Deanna shake with fury.

In that explosive moment, she wants nothing more than to storm into the bedroom, drag Charles out of bed, and scream in his face.

But the warnings of other wealthy wives echo in her mind. Impulsive confrontations are useless. He will either deny it to his dying breath—claiming the earring and lipstick were accidental transfers at a crowded event—or he will look her dead in the eye and admit it.

And if he admits it, then what? Demand a divorce?

Deanna has spent her entire life wrapped in comfort, prestige, and the envy of everyone around her. She cannot just walk away from her empire. Yet, as a woman accustomed to being pampered, swallowing this humiliating insult is equally impossible.

Suddenly, she remembers an anonymous text she received a while back, claiming Charles was keeping a mistress in a hidden villa. She had rushed over to investigate, but it turned out to be a false alarm.

"Could this be another misunderstanding?" she wonders desperately.

When Tara walks into the Calhoun mansion, she spots Katie fawning over Gavin in the living room.

"Oh my goodness, you are just too cute! How can a little boy be this pretty? I just want to squish your cheeks," Katie coos enthusiastically. "My son was just a chubby little meatball at your age. He didn't have half your looks."

Katie is a massive admirer of beautiful people. And Gavin, despite being diagnosed with autism, is brilliant, shockingly quiet, and well-behaved—nothing like the typical medical profile.

Gavin's pale cheeks flush a deep red under her relentless compliments, making him look even more adorable. Surprisingly, he doesn't seem to mind the energetic woman at all, showing none of his usual subconscious fear of strangers.

"Oh? Danny used to be chubby?"