Chapter 690

Kallie’s hands clenched into fists. “I haven’t done anything wrong,” she retorted. “Why should I leave? This is my friend’s engagement party.”

Kallie let out a humorless laugh, her eyes locked on Cara. “You keep telling me to leave. I have to ask, who’s the one clinging to the past? Or maybe you don’t trust your husband. Perhaps you think he’ll cheat on you, and you’re just trying to bluff and threaten me.”

Kallie’s words struck a nerve. Cara flushed, anger bubbling up in her chest. “You’re talking nonsense!” she shrieked.

Kallie stood tall and smirked. “Cut the crap. You know damn well I’m not talking nonsense. I’m just being upfront. Jake’s with you now, so I’m not going to dwell on my history with him.”

Cara clenched her jaw, her eyes burning with resentment. “Oh really? If you’re so honest, then you should wish Jake and me a long and happy marriage. Just like you did for Miss Simpson and her fiancé earlier. Go on, wish us well.”

The smile slowly faded from Kallie’s face. Reasoning with someone so malicious was futile. Cara didn’t care about making a scene. She just wanted to twist the knife.

Kallie was puzzled. She hadn’t contacted Jake or tried to find out anything about him since learning the truth from Clayton. After everything she’d been through, she wasn’t about to get entangled in someone else’s relationship. Jake had moved on—so why should she bother him? Cara’s animosity seemed to come out of nowhere.

Kallie’s silence emboldened Cara. Sensing a weakness, Cara pressed on.

“Why won’t you wish us well?” Cara taunted. “Is it because you still have feelings for my husband? Kallie, I never took you for this kind of person. My brother once saved your life. We could ask for your life in return, and it wouldn’t be out of line.”

Cara’s voice rose, her emotions escalating. She grabbed Kallie’s hand and pressed it against her stomach, her eyes filled with hatred. “Don’t forget I lost my baby because my brother chose to save you and inadvertently ignored me. You might have forgotten, but I haven’t.”

Kallie felt a wave of nausea. If she had to do Cara this huge favor, she would’ve rather died at sea back then.

With no choice, Kallie, pale-faced and weak, muttered the congratulatory words. “I wish you both a happy marriage that lasts forever.”

Each word felt like a stab to Kallie’s heart.

Cara, satisfied, finally smiled.

Kallie felt defeated. “Are you happy now?” she asked.

Cara rolled her eyes. “Of course not! I still remember you and Jake had two kids. Your kids aren’t pleased to see me with Jake, right? I will only be content with your kids’ blessings.”

Kallie’s breathing quickened, her gaze growing colder. “Cara, don’t push me too far,” she warned. Her children were off-limits. Cara was playing with fire.

Yet, Cara didn’t care. “So what if you’re mad? You owe me, and you have to do this. Bring your kids here now. Don’t make me send my men after them. They’re a rough bunch. If they accidentally hurt your kids, you’ll be devastated.”

Kallie couldn’t take it anymore and slapped Cara hard across the face.

It wasn’t a particularly hard slap, but Cara acted as if she’d been pushed, stumbling backward toward the champagne tower. Everyone could see that Cara was being dramatic.

The champagne tower shattered with a deafening crash, sending a shower of broken glass cascading over Cara.

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