When His Perfect Mask Shattered I Awoke (Anneliese) novel Chapter 522

**Chapter 522: The Apology He Demanded**

Gianna stood in the midst of an emotional tempest, her heart pounding fiercely against her ribcage, a whirlwind of anger and frustration swirling within her. The very air around her felt electric, thick with unspoken words and unresolved tensions, as if the universe itself held its breath in anticipation.

Before her, Jonathan loomed like an unyielding statue, his silence more oppressive than any accusation she could imagine. He hadn’t cared to ask for her side of the story, yet here he was, demanding an apology from her—a demand that felt utterly unjust, as if she were the one who had committed a grave offense.

Just moments ago, her mother had echoed Jonathan’s sentiments, reinforcing the feeling of being trapped in a corner with no way out. Gianna felt the walls closing in on her, suffocating her spirit.

Anneliese had invaded her life like a storm, and Gianna couldn’t shake the sense that this woman was a harbinger of chaos. The memories flooded back: how Anneliese had effortlessly stolen the spotlight at work, always managing to outshine her, and how, without a second thought, she had taken Zane—someone who meant the world to Gianna—leaving her heartbroken and seething with resentment.

Now, the audacity of Anneliese to intrude upon her sanctuary, her home, felt like a dagger twisting in her side, a further betrayal that ignited her indignation. The thought of apologizing to Anneliese was absurd; why should she extend any courtesy to someone who had done nothing but undermine her existence?

Gianna’s expression hardened as she stood before Jonathan, her fury palpable, her body trembling with indignation. As the proud heiress of the Malone family, she had never bowed her head to anyone—especially not to a woman she regarded with such disdain.

But Jonathan’s cool, commanding gaze pierced through her bravado, sending a chill coursing through her. She felt her breath catch in her throat, and the defiance she had so fiercely clung to began to waver. Even if her father and brother were present, they would defer to him, and that realization only deepened her frustration.

After what felt like an eternity, Gianna forced herself to swallow her anger, her voice trembling as she struggled to maintain control. “I… I was too angry earlier. I said things I shouldn’t have…” Her gaze was locked onto Jonathan, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, a tumultuous mix of hurt and resentment swirling within her. She couldn’t even bring herself to acknowledge Anneliese, who stood there with a smug smile plastered across her face.

Jonathan’s expression darkened, his tone as unyielding as ever. “Apologize to my wife.”

The demand landed on Gianna like a slap across the face. She had already softened her stance, yet he pushed her further, igniting a fresh wave of rage within her. Clenching her jaw, she stood her ground, refusing to yield.

The atmosphere in the room thickened, a palpable silence enveloping them until Anneliese, with a delicate tug on Jonathan’s shirt, broke the tension. “Hubby, forget it.”

Gianna couldn’t help but curl her lip in disdain, yet a flicker of relief washed over her. At least Anneliese seemed to grasp her place, albeit just slightly.

But her moment of respite was fleeting, as Anneliese added with a condescending lightness, “Her apology isn’t worth much anyway. I don’t need it.”

Gianna felt as if her chest might burst from the weight of her anger and humiliation.

Jonathan, unfazed by the escalating emotions, simply nodded. “You’re right, honey. People with foul mouths rarely recognize their faults. We won’t stoop to her level.”

“You’re going too far!” Gianna snapped, her voice rising in protest, the sting of being labeled foul-mouthed again cutting deeper than she could bear.

Overwhelmed, she turned on her heel and fled the room, tears streaming down her face, a torrent of emotions spilling forth.

The silence that followed her departure was deafening, a stark contrast to the chaos that had just unfolded.

Anneliese turned to Jonathan, an amused smile dancing on her lips. “This is Madam Chalmont’s home. You just made her daughter cry.”

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