I Was His Substitute Bride Chapter 42
I hadn’t expected Blair to show up at our two-year wedding anniversary.
I shot Spencer a confused look. He just winked at me again.
I could only wait and see.
More than a party, it was a venue for business networking.
Toasts were exchanged. Gowns rustled.
Spencer excused himself to the restroom. I waited.
Suddenly, a glass of champagne was thrown in my face.
I wiped my face. Looked up. Blair was glaring at me, teeth gritted. “Oops. My hand slipped.”
She lowered her voice. “Victoria, so what if you threw a divorce tantrum and got Spencer’s brief attention? You’ll never pass his parents’ test. You’ll always be a rat, hiding in the shadows. Only I can openly stand by his side.”
It was less a threat. More, judging by her expression, a breakdown.
Before, I didn’t bother with Blair because she only operated in the shadows.
But now, this splash had drawn every gaze in the room.
While she was off guard, I kicked her into the nearby pool.
I feigned shock. “Oops. My foot slipped.”
Blair floundered in the water, then stood. Her carefully styled look was destroyed. A perfect drowned rat.
She slapped the water uselessly. Shrieked, pointing at me, “Victoria—”
Just then, Spencer arrived, belatedly, holding a gift box.
He opened the box. Placed a document into my hand. It was an equity transfer agreement. Five percent of the Prescott Family Trust. Along with a formal document nominating me to the Board of Directors as Chief Legal Officer.
He declared loudly to Blair, “What are you calling my wife’s name for?”
