The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 161

Joseph kept pleading Naomi’s case, but no matter what he said, Mrs. Wilson wouldn’t hear a word of it.

“If you say one more thing, I’ll call your mother and ask her how she raised you. Is guilt-tripping people the only way you know?” With that single sentence, Joseph was finally silenced.

Seeing Joseph’s efforts go nowhere, Naomi’s eyes filled with panic. “Joseph, I’m really not well. I can’t spend the night in a cell.”

Joseph’s heart clenched at the sight—this hurt far worse than any physical blow. He glanced sideways at Mrs. Wilson, desperate to try again, but she refused him coldly.

“No. Enough. You’re both adults. Actions have consequences.”

She turned to the chief of police. “Please, take her back. My attorney will meet you at the station tomorrow to handle everything.”

The officer nodded, leading Naomi away.

Joseph, anxious, hurried after them.

Mrs. Wilson scoffed, her voice dripping with disapproval. “Honestly, there’s something wrong with that Joseph. Treating another woman like that—if his girlfriend found out, she’d dump him in a heartbeat.”

She shook her head. “Men and women need boundaries. Without them, cheating is just around the corner. The only real friendship between a man and a woman is the one between husband and wife. Anything else—it’s never that simple.”

Lindsay, standing nearby, chimed in, “Oh, they already broke up.”

“What? That fast? I just heard from his mom they were about to get married!” Mrs. Wilson’s jaw dropped.

Lindsay smiled. “Six years together, and it took him this long to see her for who she really is. Not exactly a great investment of time. But at least he realized before the wedding—best to treat it as a blessing in disguise.”

“Of course. Should I get your number? I’ll text you the restaurant address.”

Mr. Wilson’s eyes lingered on Lindsay, as if trying to place her.

Once they’d exchanged contacts, Lindsay waved goodbye and left with Yves.

Mrs. Wilson leaned close to her husband, dropping her voice. “What’s going on between her and Mr. Quigley? They seemed awfully familiar.”

Mr. Wilson shook his head. “No idea. But she does look familiar. And her last name’s Nelson, isn’t it? Do you think she might be—”

Mrs. Wilson cut him off. “That’s impossible. If she really were from the Nelson family, why would she be so close to the Quigley? After all, the Nelsons are finished. With no power or influence, how could she possibly get in with the Quigley?”