My Cold-Hearted Husband Wants Me Back
Chapter 123: The Life My Wife Has

Chapter 123: The Life My Wife Has

The silence in the nail parlour stretched.

Lunara stared at Eloise as her chest tightened at the accusation. She stepped forward, gently motioning for Grace to move aside.

"You must be envying me. Me... who now has everything because of my husband, right?" Her gaze narrowed. "Would you like to live my life? The one where I was tossed away because your father brought home his mistress and their daughter?"

She took a breath, the emotion tightening in her throat.

"Would you live my life, when I was sold and almost raped just to pay off your father’s debts? When I had to beg him for money just to keep my mother alive for one more week?"

Eloise opened her mouth, but Lunara kept going.

"You and your mother stole everything. You lived in that house like you owned it while I was out in the cold. And now that I finally have something and someone who chose me, you suddenly can’t stand it?"

Eloise’s hands clenched at her sides. "You think having a rich husband makes you different? You’re still that same cheap bitch!"

Lunara flinched, but didn’t back down. Her voice dropped low. "Say that again, and I’ll show you just how cheap I can be."

Grace stepped forward at once, protective as ever, but Lunara raised a hand to stop her. Her eyes were still locked on Eloise.

But Eloise wasn’t finished.

"Everyone always falls for your act like you’re some innocent victim!" Eloise shouted, voice cracking now. "You’re nothing but a fraud playing house in someone else’s life!"

Lunara chuckled in disbelief. "You should look in the mirror when you say that, because it sounds ridiculous. It was you... the fraud, playing house in someone else’s life."

Eloise’s face contorted with rage. Her breathing grew heavy, uneven, as if Lunara’s words had finally cracked something inside her. "You should’ve just died with your mother! At least then you could walk to hell together!" she screamed.

"Then how about you?" Lunara shot back, eyes flashing. "Don’t you want to come too? Because you and your mother are at the top of the list of people going to hell."

She knew she sounded childish, but she didn’t care. She was done.

Eloise screamed frantically, like she was losing her mind, and before anyone could move, she lunged toward the metal tray sitting on the nearby counter. With one swift motion, she snatched it up.

"I’ll just kill you now!" she shouted, her voice shrill and cracking.

She raised the tray high above her head, aiming straight for Lunara.

But before the blow could fall, a hand shot out from behind and grabbed her wrist mid-air.

"Enough," came a calm but commanding voice.

It was Eryx.

He stood tall, his grip like steel around Eloise’s arm. His eyes didn’t even flicker with surprise, only cold.

"Put that down," he said slowly, tightening his hold just enough to make her wince.

Eloise turned her head, stunned, as if only now realizing someone else had entered the shop.

Eryx’s voice was low.

"I told you last time, Eloise," he said, his tone cool and unbothered, like he wasn’t holding back a storm just beneath the surface. "Keep showing up like this... and I might have to make room for you in the same cell as your father."

The faint smile on his lips didn’t reach his eyes and that made it all the more chilling.

"I really didn’t stoop so low as hitting women..." Eryx shoved her hand then closed the distance between them, "but you’re not exactly behaving like one right now."

Eloise instinctively backed away, still clutching the tray, her chest rising and falling with each panicked breath.

Grace had moved to Lunara’s side protectively, but Lunara raised a hand, stopping her. Her gaze stayed fixed on Eryx on the way his presence alone seemed to suck the air out of the room.

"You... you wouldn’t dare," Eloise muttered, though her voice had lost its bite.

"I’ve tolerated a lot," he continued. "But walking in here, threatening my wife, trying to lay a hand on her?" He leaned in slightly, his eyes dark and calm. "That’s where your luck ends."

There was a clatter as the tray finally slipped from Eloise’s trembling hands, crashing to the floor.

"I guess," Eryx added smoothly, his gaze never leaving Eloise, "losing the house didn’t serve as a warning?"

Eloise’s face went pale, her mouth opening like she wanted to say something but nothing came out. Her grip on the tray slackened, and it clattered loudly to the floor.

Eryx took a slow step forward, unhurried, like a predator who already knew his prey had nowhere left to run. "Or shall I tell Old Man Vaughn where you’re hiding these days?"

Her breath caught audibly. The name hit like a slap and her eyes widened in panic.

"You wouldn’t," she whispered. "You are lying, you don’t know where I am living right now." She gulped, trying to act brave.

Eryx tilted his head slightly, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "No? That little studio behind the florist on Alder Street says otherwise."

Eloise’s face was drained of all color.

He casually rubbed his eyebrow, then lowered his voice just enough to send a chill through the room. "Since you’re so eager to live the life my wife has, why don’t you start by showing yourself in front of your debtor?" He smirked. "Old Man Vaughn would be thrilled to see his favorite little runaway."

Eloise didn’t say a word. Her lip quivered as her gaze darted from Eryx to Lunara but then she suddenly slammed and dropped on the floor to get on her knees.

"Lunara..." Eloise dragged herself toward her, her voice trembling. "I’m really sorry. I promise you I won’t do this again. Please... I won’t show up in front of you, not even a strand of my hair." She reached out, trying to grab Lunara’s hand.

Lunara snapped her hand up and turned to Eryx, her gaze sharp. "Did you finish your work? I want to go back. This has been the worst first pedicure I’ve ever had."

Without another word, Lunara turned and walked toward the door. Eloise’s voice, a faint whisper of regret, followed her, but Lunara didn’t turn back.

Eryx followed Lunara and as he passed Callum, who had been silently waiting by the entrance, he didn’t slow his pace. "Settle her," he said coldly. "You know what to do."