Chapter 321: Fragile Mess
Margaret sat back on the velvet sofa, a glass of expensive wine held delicately in her hand. The soft glow of the television illuminated her face as she watched the breaking news unfold. Her lips curled into a satisfied smile, the edges of her mouth lifting in pure, unfiltered delight.
"Turn it up," she said softly, her eyes never leaving the screen.
Dominic, her lover and the mastermind behind their twisted scheme, leaned forward and grabbed the remote, raising the volume. His eyes glinted with the same satisfaction as hers, as the newscaster’s voice filled the room, recapping the scene outside the hospital.
"Reports are flooding in about a public altercation between Abigail Quinn and her husband, Remo Quinn. Tensions seem to be escalating in their high-profile marriage after recent events, including a disturbing incident that left Abigail hospitalized. Our sources tell us that things are unraveling for the powerful couple..."
Margaret sipped her wine, her eyes narrowing as the camera footage played. There was Abby, standing outside the hospital, her face contorted with rage, her voice sharp as she yelled at Remo. The reporters had caught everything—the fury, the paranoia, the unraveling of her carefully controlled image. And Remo... his frustration, his anger—it was all there for the world to see.
"They’re eating it up," Dominic said, his deep voice vibrating with satisfaction as he watched the scene play out. "The reporters, the media—they’re circling like vultures. Just like we planned."
Margaret chuckled, a dark, low sound as she set her glass down on the table. She stretched her legs out, feeling the tension ease from her body. Everything was falling into place so perfectly. After years of being cast aside, after everything Abby had done to her—this was her moment. Watching Abby fall apart, piece by piece, was more satisfying than she could have imagined.
"I never thought it would be this easy," Margaret mused, her voice smooth as silk. "She’s unraveling quicker than I expected. I knew she was fragile, but this..." She gestured to the screen, where Abby’s breakdown was being broadcast to millions. "This is exquisite."
Dominic leaned back on the couch beside her, his arm resting on the back of the sofa as he watched the footage with a smirk. "The drugs we slipped her are working perfectly. She’s spiraling, questioning everything. By the time she realizes what’s happening, it’ll be too late."