His Real Wedded Bride

Chapter 1244 I Didn't Mean It

As Miranda examined Lance from head to toe, her gaze seemed to pierce through him. After a long

pause, she merely snorted, "Is that so? I received an interesting video. Do you know what I'm talking

about?"

As she spoke, her eyes were full of shame and fury.

Her words make Lance's heart jolt. 'Did she find the sex tape? God…Rachel is a difficult woman. I

already had the media ignore her but she still managed to cause me this much trouble by giving the

video to my wife, ' he thought with a deep frown. At this point, Lance felt much regret. 'Had I found out

her true colors earlier, I wouldn't have even fooled around with her. Now I'm in this shithole.

The first thing I have to do is get Miranda's forgiveness…' he planned.

"Honey, look, it was my fault. We businessmen sometimes have to pretend to flirt with these women on

certain occasions. Someone must have gotten me drunk and set me up during my client meeting. You

have to believe me," he explained, acting innocent.

In dangerous silence, Miranda merely stared at the look on his face, only feeling disgusted. As she

recalled the satisfied expressions and aggressive advances he displayed in the video, fury grew in her

heart. She was impatient to pick apart his lies.

"Do you think I'm an idiot? Do you think I'm still an 18-year-old, na?ve, foolish girl? We've been married

for years. I know what kind of person you are. Had I known you were a cheater and a coward back

then, I wouldn't have married you. Where do you think you'd be if it weren't for me? You're nobody!"

she harshly scolded, glaring at him with contempt in her eyes. In her anger, she touched his sore spot.

"Shut up!"

Letting his rage get the better of him, he swung his arm wide and slapped her across the face.

His wife's remark was like a sharp knife that pierced through him, leaving him nothing more than a

deflated balloon. It was true—before he married her, he was an ordinary, poor man, and it was a fact

that he deeply hated to admit. The anger began to consume him.

"Who the hell do you think you are? I succeeded with my own efforts. You're in no position to judge me.

Do you hear me?" he cursed, pointing to her face.

"You bastard! You…you hit me! How dare you!" Miranda cried out, shooting daggers at him with her

bloodthirsty eyes. Since she was used to Lance's compliant attitude toward her, his slap completely

enraged her.

"Look at yourself. Do you know what you look like? An ill-bred woman. Do you think you're too good for

me? Ridiculous. You've gone mad, woman. You're old and ugly now. How can you expect me to be

faithful to you? Huh?" he suddenly blurted harsh words. Since Miranda pushed his buttons, he no

longer had any intentions of pretending to suck up to her or keeping their marriage together.

"You think I'm mad, huh? I'll show you what a mad woman is capable of! You ungrateful bastard!" she

cursed at him and her face distorted with rage. She had gotten carried away, and the only thought on

her mind was that she would make her husband pay for what he had done to her.

Going ballistic, she shoved everything off his desk, letting it all fall and clatter to the ground.

Extremely furious, Lance couldn't even utter a word. He dashed forward and grabbed her wrist to stop

her from going hysterical. Trying to handle his furious wife, he attempted to howl at her to shut her up

but he was afraid that his employees would hear him and realize that he was in the middle of a huge

argument with his wife. Meanwhile, Miranda tried to squirm out of his grasp. As he struggled to keep

his grip on her, he slapped her hard once again to calm her down.

However, his actions only fueled her anger. Completely hysterical, Miranda didn't hesitate to reach for a

vase before she smashed it into Lance's head.

The sound of the vase shattering into pieces echoed throughout the office, bringing Miranda back to

her senses. On the ground was Lance as he went into convulsions. His lips quivering, he stared wide-

eyed at her in silence.

The panic-stricken woman gaped at her husband, who looked devilish as blood trickled down his head,

before she looked down at her own hand in disbelief.

Stooping down, she put her shaking finger under his nose only to find that he was no longer breathing.

"I…I didn't mean it…I never expected this to happen. This is all your fault… You caused your own

death, not me! It wasn't my fault! I don't want to go to jail!" Miranda murmured to herself as her whole

body shook. All she could do was back away from the body as far as she could without leaving the

room. At that moment, terror engulfed her. She had to repeatedly remind herself to stay composed,

trying to comfort herself by saying that everything would be fine and that she would find a way out of

this mess.

The sound of a telephone ringing almost made her jump.

Suddenly, the idea of finding a scapegoat dawned on her. 'That's it…I just need to find someone to take

the blame for me, ' she decided.

After regaining her composure, Miranda picked up the phone. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Hello! This is Miranda. Lance got tired and is taking a break right now," she said sternly.

"Hello, Mrs. Zhan. Ms. Bai and Miss Ye want to see him for an appointment in ten minutes. I'm calling

to ask whether or not he wants to see them," the secretary politely reported.

"Who are they? Is one of them Rachel Bai?" she asked. When she watched the video, she found the

woman familiar. After doing some research, she realized that the woman was Rachel Bai.

"Yes, she is one of the visitors," the secretary confirmed.

"I see. I asked my husband and he agreed to meet them. I'm leaving soon," Miranda said as calmly as

she could.

'I only have ten minutes. I have to be quick!' she reminded herself.

Now that she targeted her scapegoat, Miranda felt much more composed in spite of the situation.

'Rachel…you're nothing but a slut. It was your fault. You messed with the wrong person. You deserve

this, ' she sneered as she thought.

Wasting no time, she wiped the blood off Lance's face and struggled to drag him to the desk until she

seated him in his armchair, positioning his arms on the armrests. Hurriedly, she put all the things she

pushed off the desk earlier back in their original places. When everything was in order, she pulled out a

mirror from her handbag and smoothed down her hair. Without sparing her husband a glance, she

straightened her clothes and walked out of the office with a poised expression as if nothing strange

happened in the office.

When Holley and Rachel were on their floor, Miranda hid in a corner near Lance's office to watch the

two women enter the room. Just as they were about to push the door open, Miranda headed straight to

the safety exit and rushed down the stairs.

While she hurried downstairs, she called up one of her most trusted subordinates who worked as

Lance's employee to have him delete all the security footage from Lance's office and fabricate the

video. A mere few minutes later, Miranda was notified that the task was completed and she sighed

heavily in relief.

When she was out of the building, she drove back to the villa.

'Lance must be upset because his wife found the video. That's why he agreed to see us.

When we tried to see him before, he would always find some kind of excuse to turn us away. Looks like

our tactic worked, ' Holley and Rachel guessed.

Instead of knocking on the door, Rachel just pushed the door open and stepped into the office. "Hello,

Mr. Zhan!"

Rachel greeted him as Holley followed her inside. Without receiving a response, the two saw Lance

seated in his armchair with his eyes closed.

'Did he really doze off?' Rachel wondered. When she looked at Holley, they shared a confused

expression.

'Should we wait here or come back another day?' Rachel wasn't sure what to do.

After a moment, the two retreated to the door, intending to wait for the CEO to wake up.