A Perfect Lie Hides Behind My Billionaire Marriage (reese and hudson)

Anika's intense gaze remained fixed on Reese, her eyes brimming with a mixture of anger and disdain.

She suddenly bectimid, facing this matter today, how could she dare to becthe focus of attention!

Anika shielded her face in a frantic attempt to avoid being recognized. Her voice trembled as she spoke, "Reese,

get lost! | don't want to fight with you today. And don't twist things to make it seem like I'm at fault here. Walter

and | are genuinely in love!"

Reese's response resembled that of someone hearing an outrageous joke. She scoffed, "You two are in love?

Sparethe theatrics. You've been using 'true love' as a cover-up. You're nothing more than a mistress

entangled with a man who's already committed to another woman. Do you truly think people can't see through

your deception?"

Anika couldn't beat Reese, and she noticed someone discreetly recording the scene once more.

Panic gripped her, and she clung tightly to Walter's attire, seeking refuge in his embrace. "Walter, please, | can't

let them capturelike this. If those images go public, it'll turn into a scandal. Help me, please!"

Meanwhile, Reese harbored a special disdain for men involved in infidelity. She wished she could channel all her

anger at Lukas and Rose into her words against the disgraceful figures before her.

With an unwavering resolve, she shot back, "You know very well that a scandal would tarnish your image. But

where was your concern for appearances when you were cozying up to someone else's fiancé? Why was your

reputation insignificant then? And now that you're caught, you dare play the card of remorse?"

Reese's verbal assault showed no mercy.

Anika, a mix of humiliation and fury, could only bow her head in defeat, unable to muster a retort.

Observing the growing throng of onlookers, Walter deduced that Reese and Mariel wielded a more potent force

when united. Together, their strength surpassed that of the other spectators.

Recognizing the escalation, he took swift action, leading Anika away from the unfolding .

Reese's gaze remained icy, her disdain palpable.

She had no intention of pursuing them further. She had no interest in chasing after individuals who had already

sullied themselves in disgrace.

Mariel approached, her expression a blend of conflicted emotions as she regarded Reese. "Why do | sense... that

you're angrier than | am?"

While Mariel's anger largely stemmed from being deceived, her feelings toward Walter, her former fiancé,

weren't particularly deep.

With thoughts of Lukas and Rose weighing on her mind, Reese clenched her jaw. "Can't you just consider it as my

sympathy for you being betrayed?"

She had no desire to reveal her inner vulnerabilities to outsiders. She hadn't even disclosed her shifting feelings

for Lukas to her friend Ava, let alone to someone she had just met.

Mariel's demeanor darkened abruptly. "Reese Roberts, | don't need your sympathy. Do you think I'm that

desperate? Letmake it clear-I'll make that jerk feel more regret than I ever will. | don't need your pity!"

Her eyes blazed with fury, much like an agitated feline with its fur raised.

Reese's lips twitched twice; this woman was truly unpredictable. One moment she seemed appreciative, the next

as irritable as an agitated cat.

Yet, Reese sensed a hint of gratitude beneath Mariel's recent outburst. She could somewhat understand Mariel's

standpoint. Mariel possessed a stubborn and somewhat haughty disposition, an enigmatic blend of cold exterior

and inner warmth. Most importantly, Mariel despised being pitied.

Unfazed, Reese offered a faint smile. "Don't worry, it's not about pity. | just have no tolerance for scumbags.

Besides, | know Anika personally, and | can't say I'm fond of her. She's quite a nuisance. Every t| see her, I'm

tempted to... well, you can imagine."

Mariel's previous anger subsided slightly upon hearing Reese's words. "I get the gist."

Reese's peripheral vision caught her attention. "Are we still discussing your request for customized jewelry?"

Mariel's tone held a hint of melancholy. "Let's drop that topic. | won't need custom jewelry anymore. I'll

compensate you for your efforts and any incurred expenses. After all, | won't be marrying that jerk, and |

certainly won't be engaged to him. So, what use do | have for those things?"

Reese's gentle smile persisted. "Then it's settled. I'm content as long as you are." Mariel's response surprised

Reese. "Let's go. I'll treat you to scoffee."

A small, appreciative smile tugged at the corners of Reese's lips. "In that case, thank you."

As they finished their cups, Mariel casually extended an offer to give Reese a ride back to her workplace.

Given that Reese was without her car today, she found herself in a position where acceptance was the logical

choice. A nod of gratitude sealed the arrangement, and Mariel excused herself momentarily to retrieve her

vehicle.

Reese stood by the roadside waiting for her.

Perhaps influenced by the recent events, she was thinking that Lukas hadn't been returning hrecently, and

wondered if he too had found solace in Rose's tender embrace.