Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!

"James, why are you back? Did you forget something?" Grace asked, surprised, completely unaware that the storm was about to hit. James looked at her, standing there in an elegant purple silk dress that accentuated her perfect figure. Even though Grace was in her forties, her body and face were impeccably maintained, making her look as though she were only in her early thirties. She was still the type of woman that middle-aged men would find attractive.

But all James felt was the overwhelming urge to slap her. He restrained himself, however, determined to see how Grace would talk her way out of this one.

Inside, a tempest of fury and shame was brewing, but outwardly, James remained calm. He was a skilled actor, after all.

"Tell me, who is that man?" James asked coldly. Though he didn’t explode with anger, the icy chill radiating from him made Grace’s heart skip a beat. Could it be...? Had her affair been exposed?

Impossible!

She had been so careful, meeting the man at the beauty salon where even the ever-cunning Eric hadn’t suspected a thing.

Grace quickly masked her fear with a look of innocent surprise, setting down her glass of milk. "James, what are you talking about? What man?"

The veins in James’ temple throbbed with rage. His anger was reaching a boiling point, threatening to consume him entirely.

"Still pretending?" James sneered. "You really are a fantastic actress. I can’t believe I was fooled by you for over twenty years!"

Grace’s face grew pale. "Honey, what are you saying? I don’t understand a single word," she replied, feigning confusion. She played the part of the innocent victim perfectly, her wide, doe-like eyes glistening with unshed tears, practically begging for sympathy.