My Husband Married Me for Revenge, I Ruined His Plan Chapter 07

My Husband Married Me for Revenge, I Ruined His Plan Chapter 07

On the third day, Bianca came to the clinic.

She stood at the clinic entrance in a sharp business suit, makeup flawless, smiling at me with that polished composure of hers.

“Laurel. I’m here on behalf of the Tourism Division,” she said, stepping inside and glancing around.

“I’d like to discuss a partnership. The clinic issue—Winston’s already handled it.”

“But I have a suggestion.” Her smile remained perfectly sincere.

“We’ve launched a new tourism route through Willow Ridge Valley.”

“We’d like to collaborate with your clinic and package it as a charitable cultural experience.”

“I’ll bring the traffic, the funding. What do you say?”

Several children inside the clinic had gathered around her.

Bianca crouched down and gave a little boy’s cheek a gentle squeeze. The picture of warmth. The picture of grace.

I stared at her. “Bianca. My understanding is that you followed us into the mountains that day.”

Her smile flickered—barely a second.

I went on, “And when we stopped at the service station, you paid someone to tamper with Winston’s engine.”

“That’s why the car broke down, isn’t it?”

Bianca blinked, and the smile was back—graceful as ever.

“Oh, that’s a misunderstanding. I just wanted a chance encounter. The plan was for the car to stall.”

She spread her hands helplessly.

“How was I supposed to know the blizzard would get that bad? I never imagined you’d nearly die.” Her tone remained calm and gentle.

“And that livestream I posted? I honestly thought that vehicle looked suspicious.”

She laughed softly.

“Think about it. I had no idea you were inside. Why would I ever want to hurt you?”

“We’re family, after all.”

On that last word, her gaze slid toward Cade.

Not far away, Cade was helping local ranchers with livestock inspections.

He looked up. The second his eyes found Bianca, something dark crossed his face—cold, dangerous.

I’d never seen that look on Cade before. Not ever.

That evening, Cade came to see me.

He didn’t say a word, just spread a stack of papers across the table.

“After I figured out the truth, I had people track them down. Found everyone involved.”

I looked down.

Chat logs. Wire transfers. Audio recordings. The earliest evidence dated back three years.

Payment records of Bianca paying off bar staff to get Cade drunk. Messages laying out the staged photos that ended us.

The final file was dated just one month ago.

After realizing Cade was investigating her, Bianca had called him directly.

I pressed play. Her voice came through the speaker.

“Cade, I know what I did was wrong.” A light laugh.

“But that rich heir I was seeing? Dumped me last month for an arranged marriage. Turns out Winston was the reliable one all along.”

She paused. “I want him back. Help me pull Laurel away from him. We both win.”

Then Cade’s voice came on—ice cold. “You touch a single hair on her head. Just see what happens.”

The recording ended. Silence settled between us.

Finally, Cade lowered his head.

“Laurel.” His voice was rough. “I’m sorry.”

“After I sobered up that night, I should’ve questioned what happened.”

“I should’ve looked deeper.” His jaw tightened. “I shouldn’t have given up.”

His eyes reddened.

“If I hadn’t spent those years drowning in guilt…”

“You wouldn’t have suffered for three years because of me.”

He exhaled slowly. “I thought I was the villain. You wouldn’t speak to me. So I got scared.”

I stayed silent.

The truth was, back then, I wouldn’t have listened. No explanation could have reached me.

I carefully gathered the evidence into a folder.

“Cade.” I looked up. “Mind if I hold on to these?”

The next morning, Bianca received an email.

Attached was three years of evidence—every interaction between her and Cade, documented.

How she’d framed Cade. Manipulated Winston into ending his marriage. Come back years later to wedge herself between me and Winston.

There was one more detail. The email had been copied to Winston.

For three years, Bianca had orchestrated every piece of the game.

Winston had believed Bianca and Cade were involved. That was the misunderstanding he used to justify stealing me from Cade.

But the reality was much simpler.

Bianca had never slept with Cade. Not once.

She’d been lonely, neglected. She wanted to provoke Winston—get his attention.

She never expected him to actually end his marriage.

And she absolutely never saw coming that, after losing her, he’d fall in love with me.

That evening, Cade came to fetch me for dinner.

Before we left, he handed me a folded note. “It’s from Winston.”

I opened it. The handwriting was a frantic scrawl.

[Laurel. Please. Just once. One last time.]

I crumpled the note in my hand.

“Cade.” I smiled faintly. “Let’s go home and eat.”

Footsteps came rushing up behind us. A hand seized my wrist—hard.

I turned. Winston.

His eyes were bloodshot.

“Laurel.” His voice shook. “Come back with me.”

In three years, Winston’s hand had never closed around my wrist like this. Now his fingers dug in hard enough to hurt.

Cade stepped forward immediately. With one motion, he knocked Winston’s hand away.

The two men faced each other. Neither spoke.

The air between them felt razor sharp.

Finally, Winston turned to me, his voice trembling. “Laurel. You really think we’re done?”

I frowned. “What are you talking about?”

A strange smile crossed his face—more exhausted than triumphant.

“That apartment you kept. In the settlement.”

My heart skipped.

Winston’s eyes remained fixed on mine.

“I had my lawyers bury millions in trust obligations in the fine print of our settlement.”

The silence stretched.

And for the first time, even Cade’s face went still.