Goodbye My Arrogant Ex novel Chapter 11

Laura pressed her lips together, trailing behind Marguerite with hesitant, dragging steps. Conflict flickered in her eyes—she opened her mouth several times as if to speak, but each time swallowed the words back down.

Marguerite seemed to sense the unease behind her. She stopped abruptly and turned with deliberate calm, her dark, fathomless eyes fixing steadily on Laura.

“I want you to look into what really happened with Yolanda at the lake,” Marguerite said.

“Yes, Ms. Taylor.” Laura ducked her head quickly, her voice tinged with urgency as she accepted the order. She hurried off, her retreating figure radiating both efficiency and anxious energy.

Marguerite remained where she was, arching an eyebrow with a hint of amusement, then glided gracefully to the table. She lifted a glass of red wine, the ruby liquid catching the light, casting a mesmerizing gleam.

She swirled the wine gently, stepping aside with the poise of a rose blooming beneath the evening lights. In the bustling ballroom, guests flowed past in a swirl of conversation and laughter, and soon, someone approached to greet her.

A woman in an ostentatious evening gown sashayed over, her painted lips curled in a mocking smile that cut like a knife. There was an unmistakable edge of challenge in her eyes.

“Ms. Taylor, why don’t I see Mr. Foster with you tonight?” she drawled, her tone laced with teasing.

Back when Benjamin and Marguerite had been close, they were inseparable—glittering centerpieces at every event, the couple everyone envied. Wherever Marguerite went, all eyes were drawn to her: strikingly beautiful, exceptionally competent, her romance with Benjamin the envy of all, her career soaring ever higher.

And as for this woman’s own marriage—seven years in, she’d spent more time chasing down her husband’s affairs than being a wife.

Yet in just seven years, even the strongest bonds could dissolve to dust.

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