THE DISABLED HEIRESS, MY EX-HUSBAND WOULD PAY DEARLY.

At that moment, upon hearing a voice fall behind him, James would then turn around, only to see that it was two young ladies that were standing behind him. He didn't know any of them. Their faces were unfamiliar, yet both of them looked at him like they already knew everything about him. James blinked twice, slightly confused, as his eyes scanned from one woman to the other. One of them was tall, with sharp eyes and a calm smile that looked too confident for a stranger. The other lady, with her arms folded and a slight tilt to her head, looked like she was holding back judgment.

He didn't know any of them, but deep down, something about the way they stood there composed, observant, and waiting made him curious. 'Who were they? Why were they staring at him like they had been watching everything all along?'

At that moment, James then just clear the dirt from his shirt, brushing down his sleeves and adjusted his collar like someone trying to save face. And with a slight frown, he would then say to them, bragging arrogantly, "Do I have any business with either of you? What's going on here? Do we know each other? Have we met before?"

His tone carried pride, an attempt to regain control of the situation after the embarrassing scene with Cora. He didn't like being questioned by strangers especially not when his ego was already bruised.

Immediately, Abigail then smile, it wasn't just any smile it was the kind of smile that told stories without words. A smile that knew more than it revealed. In her mind, she was saying it clearly to herself: She saw everything. Every single moment. From the slap Cora gave him to the look of pure embarrassment on James's face. She was there.

She and Victoria were actually waiting in their car. Their plan was simple: confront Cora as soon as she stepped out of the building. They wanted to give her the scolding of her life, to finally tell her that her prideful attitude had gone too far, and that she wasn't untouchable. They were ready. But what they didn't expect was to witness a different kind of drama. One that had Cora in control and James standing helpless.

From where they sat, the view was clear. James had tried to pull the tricks. He reached out to touch Cora maybe to beg, maybe to manipulate her like before but Cora didn't hesitate. She slapped him. Loud and sharp. The sound still rang in Abigail's ears.

That moment caught Abigail's full attention. It was no longer about scolding Cora. It became a matter of curiosity. She wanted to know what exactly was going on. What history lay between them? Why did Cora react like that?

So now, stepping out of the car and standing in front of James, she then finally ask him with a tone that was both curious and slightly amused "What is going on between you and Cora?"

Still James was still confused with the question then he said.

"Do I know you!"

However before James could continue, Victoria stepped forward quickly and pointed a finger at him. "Let me guess," she said mockingly, "she's bullying you, right? She probably hired you for something and now she's treating you like trash? Is that it? Because from what I just saw, she has no respect for you."

Again James was about to interrupt, but Victoria wasn't finished. She was loud and dramatic, the kind of woman who knew how to make a statement in any scene. "Well," she continued, "if that's the case, we are not going to let her get away with it. Bullying is not something we condone in this country. No one should use their position to treat people like dirt. Especially not Cora."

Then Abigail added sharply, "Exactly. So don't worry. We'll take care of this. You just need to give us the information we want. That's all. You don't have to suffer in silence anymore."

Upon hearing what they were saying, James blinked, caught off guard. Their energy was intense, and the fact that they were both standing here boldly talking about confronting Cora meant only one thing these women were not afraid of her. In fact, from their expressions and tone, James could sense something deeper. They had a personal grudge against Cora, and they were just looking for any excuse to strike.

Then he thought carefully. These two women clearly knew who Cora was. They must know how powerful she was, how connected she was. Yet, here they were acting like they had nothing to fear. That kind of boldness meant they either had power of their own or were too desperate to care.

Either way, James saw an opportunity.

Why should he suffer alone when he could make something out of this situation? These women wanted to get back at Cora, and maybe just maybe he could use them to his advantage.

Without wasting anymore time he took a deep breath, adjusted his shirt again, and gave a small smile.

"Well," James said slowly, "that's not really what happened. She didn't bully me. The truth is… I'm her husband."

At that moment, upon hearing what James just said, both Victoria and Abigail froze. Their eyes blinked rapidly as they exchanged confused glances, trying to process what they had just heard. They turned back to look at James again, this time with squinted eyes, almost as if they were double-checking whether he was sane or just messing with them. The awkward silence hung in the air for a few seconds until Victoria, unable to hold herself, suddenly let out a laugh sharp, it was loud, and filled with disbelief.

"Oh my God," Victoria exclaimed, placing her hand over her chest, trying to catch her breath as she giggled. "I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you, don't get it the wrong way, I swear. I'm just… it's just funny, very funny. Like, how? How is that even possible?"