NovelEnglishChapter 82
'If it's not that pretty boy, could it be... me?' Dominick thought. He desperately waited for an answer. Beside
them, Marissa felt her heart leap into her throat. She had a strong feeling that Serena was indeed Dominick's
daughter.
In truth, Marissa had suspected this possibility from the very beginning. But back then, her intuition hadn't been
as strong, and more importantly, she hadn't wanted to admit it to herself.
When Paisley had flatly denied it, Marissa had chosen to believe her. But now, things seemed different. Marissa
was terrified that Paisley, in her agitation, might reveal the truth.
The longing in Dominick's eyes was unmistakable. If Serena truly was his daughter, he would likely remarry
Paisley.
'No,' Marissa thought. 'Absolutely not.
As Marissa's thoughts spiraled into chaos, Paisley's cold voice cut through the air. "Who Rena's father is doesn't
matter, but it certainly isn't you."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTo completely crush Dominick's suspicions, she continued, "If you don't believe me, you can check for yourself.
Rena is Type A."
Paisley had anticipated this moment long ago. When Serena was born, she had taken precautions, secretly
arranging to have all of Serena's documentation changed from Type O to Type A.
Paisley's cold and direct denial extinguished the last glimmer of hope in Dominick's eyes. With his Type O
and Paisley's Type B, they could never have a child with Type A blood.
'So the child really isn't mine..." Dominick thought. A wave of bitterness washed over his heart-the familiar ache
of hope slipping through his fingers once again.
Meanwhile, Marissa finally felt the weight lift from her shoulders.
If Paisley dared to make such a claim, then even if Dominick investigated, the results would only confirm her
story. In other words, the child truly wasn't Dominick's.
Without a child binding them together, the chances of their remarriage had significantly diminished.
Just as Marissa began to feel relieved, she noticed the shift in how people around her were looking at her. Their
gazes were taking on a peculiar quality.
At that moment, Nathaniel suddenly spoke up, "Oh, Ms. Sutton. So you're Dominick's mysterious ex-wife I've
heard so much about."
Then, with a knowing smirk, he turned to Marissa. "And | suppose that makes you the... mistress that lady was
referring to?"
Nathaniel smirked without finishing his sentence. His expression and gaze, however, said everything he didn't.
His words broke the ice, and the previously silent guests began whispering among themselves. "Oh, so that's Mr.
Vanderbilt's ex-wife? I'd always heard about her, but never saw her until now." "She's quite beautiful, actually,
more attractive than Ms. Prescott. Wonder why they divorced?" "Well, only they know what really happened
between them."
"Didn't that fiery woman just say it? She willingly becthe other woman."
"It's not that simple. Ms. Prescott and Mr. Vanderbilt grew up together-childhood sweethearts, you know. Their
relationship was special. From what | heard, if Mr. Vanderbilt hadn't suddenly gotten married while Ms. Prescott
was studying abroad, she might have been the one to becMrs. Vanderbilt." "That's right. The Vanderbilt
family always thought highly of her."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Fat lot of good that did her. He still married someone else, didn't he? And then, as soon as she comes back, Mr.
Vanderbilt gets divorced. You can't tellshe had nothing to do with that."
Though the whispers were quiet, they carried just far enough for Marissa to hear. At that moment, the perfect
image she had so carefully crafted over the years cracked.
Marissa shot Nathaniel a venomous glare, but he merely responded with a mocking smile before sauntering
away.
‘Damn you, Nathaniel. You've been a thorn in my side since high school. Just wait. This isn't over," Marissa
thought.
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