She Called Herself the Boss’s Wife, I Was the Real One Chapter 05

She Called Herself the Boss’s Wife, I Was the Real One Chapter 05

All eyes turned to the entrance at once. The crowd instinctively parted, making way like they were welcoming the king.

Tiffany instantly dropped her feral act and slipped into something much softer—teary, pitiful, and delicately aggrieved. She rushed toward him, voice trembling.

“Babe… you’re finally here…”

Her flock of freeloading relatives sprang into action, falling over themselves to back her up like obedient lapdogs.

“Nathan, you’ve got to put that shameless woman in her place! She brought a bunch of kids and started bullying Tiffany!”

“Mr. Carter, this woman brought four kids, didn’t pay for their food, and when our boss caught her, she attacked us!”

“She’s arrogant as hell, Nathan. Tiffany’s your girl—she’s the one who truly loves you. Don’t let her get humiliated like this.”

“That crazy woman even claimed she’s the daughter of some billionaire. Said she owns this place and could shut us down with a word. All talk, no substance.”

Nathan stepped in, eyes scanning only Tiffany.

He didn’t see me.

He didn’t see the four children beside me, their faces still streaked with tears and leftover slop.

All he saw was her.

His hands immediately gripped Tiffany’s shoulders, his gaze filled with nothing but concern.

“Are you hurt?” he asked gently, eyes flicking over her like she was made of glass.

“Uncle.”

“Uncle Nate.”

At the same moment, my nieces and nephews spoke up in unison.

Nathan froze.

Only then did he notice them—squatting down on the ground, faces stained, clothes torn, their little bodies curled around mine in protection.

He blinked, stunned.

Tiffany seized the moment.

“These kids are horrible,” she said quickly. “Raised without a father and clearly no discipline. One of them even called their grandpa to come deal with us!”

“Honey, you’ve got to help me deal with these brats!”

I looked up at the man who once vowed to protect me.

The man who used to treat me like the center of his universe.

And now, he was wrapped around another woman, lavishing her with concern while I lay on the floor with four children in tears.

The ache in my chest felt like searing metal.

Still, I forced down the bitterness and said in a low, razor-sharp voice.

“She’s your wife now? Then who am I?”

Nathan turned, his head whipping toward me like he’d just seen a ghost.

Guilt. Panic. Disbelief. It all hit his face at once.

He rushed over, eyes filled with worry and shame.

“Vivian—are you okay?”

The moment he tried to help me up, I slapped him—hard.

The smack echoed across the room.

“Oh, now you remember I’m your wife?”

Silence.

The entire restaurant went still.

Every person who had been sneering, filming, or whispering now stared at me with wide eyes, their expressions flipping from judgment to stunned reverence.

Tiffany stood frozen, her hand clutching Nathan’s arm.

“W-what’s going on?” she asked in a delicate, trembling voice. She blinked up at him, eyes wide like a wounded rabbit. The innocence act was back in full force.

Nathan stiffened. Slowly, he shook her off—discreet but definite. He didn’t even glance at her.

Instead, he turned toward me, flustered and terrified of the look in my eyes.

“Vivian… I’m sorry. Let’s go home and I will explain. Please.”

He reached out, trying to tug me gently toward the door.

I recoiled, skin crawling.

Now that I knew he’d cheated, I couldn’t stand the thought of him touching me. Even through fabric, it made my stomach turn.

I raised my hand and slapped him again, even harder.

“Don’t touch me!”

“Hey!” Tiffany gasped, stepping between us like some concerned saint. She reached for his face, her voice soft and sugar-sweet.

“Are you okay? That must sting…”

She stood on tiptoes and tried to blow softly on the red mark my slap had left.

Nathan leaned away.

He walked past her, positioning himself directly in front of me—his expression unreadable now, his tone flat.