LAPDOG HUSBAND IS A TRILLIONAIRE HEIR

CHAPTER 7

James let out a mocking chuckle, shaking his head as he looked at Yemin.

"That was the weakest lie I’ve ever heard," he said. "You? Dining with Marcus Chen and Ravol Company’s CEO?" He scoffed. "Do you even hear yourself?"

Katherine crossed her arms, smirking. "Seriously, Yemin. You’re embarrassing yourself. It’s one thing to get thrown out of a restaurant, but now you’re just making up ridiculous stories?"

The others around them laughed, their amusement laced with ridicule and disdain.

"Even if you somehow got inside, what makes you think they’d invite you to their table?" one of James’s associates sneered. "What are you, their personal waiter?"

Another snickered. "Maybe they needed someone to clean their shoes before the meal."

James smirked. "Honestly, Yemin, I almost feel bad for you." His voice was condescending, dripping with fake sympathy. "First, you get kicked out of your own home. Now, you show up at a restaurant where you clearly don’t belong, and instead of admitting it, you start spewing delusional fantasies?"

Katherine shook her head. "It’s pathetic. Not just your situation, but your character too. You really have no shame, do you?"

Yemin’s expression remained unreadable, but inside, a flicker of cold irritation began to rise.

James was enjoying himself now, but then—

"Oh! Speaking of bad character," Katherine suddenly said, her eyes narrowing dangerously. She reached into her purse and pulled out something small and metallic. A ring. "James, do you know what I found when I was cleaning up Yemin's things?"

Yemin's eyes widened as he recognized his mother's ring—the ring he had always believed belonged to Katherine. The ring that had been the only reason he married her.

Katherine's face contorted with rage. "You disgusting cheater!" she spat, her voice trembling with fury. "All this time, I supported you, carried you when you were nothing, and THIS is how you repay me?"

She thrust the ring toward his face. "This ring matches perfectly with one I found at my so-called 'friend's' house years ago. I took it, thinking it was just a cheap trinket. Never imagined it would expose your affair!"

“Found at your friend’s house?”

Yemin felt like he'd been struck by lightning.

His mind raced frantically. The ring... Katherine wasn't the one who saved him? Everything he'd believed about their relationship was built on a lie?

 "You've been sleeping with that woman behind my back, haven't you? Using MY money, living in MY house, while sneaking around with some whore!" Katherine shrieked.

James and the others watched with growing interest, clearly enjoying Yemin's discomfort.

"You worthless piece of garbage!" Katherine continued, tears of anger forming in her eyes. "Did you think I wouldn't find out? Did you think you could make a fool of me?"

Yemin's shock slowly transformed into a cold realization. The woman he'd built his life around, protected, and married... was never the one who deserved it.

"How dare you look at me like that?" Katherine hissed, seeing his expression change.

Yemin’s lips curled into a slight, bitter smile. "How ironic," he murmured, his voice dangerously quiet.

"What did you just say?" Katherine demanded, her face red with fury.

Before Yemin could respond, a commotion erupted at the restaurant’s entrance.

A woman’s voice, clear and determined, carried over the murmurs of the crowd.

"Please, just let me through!" she insisted.

Yemin’s head snapped toward the source of the voice.

At the door, a young woman stood before the security guards, her hands clutching a folder tightly to her chest. She was beautiful—not in an overly polished way like Katherine, but in a way that radiated natural grace and quiet strength.

The security guard blocked her path, shaking his head. "I’m sorry, Miss, but you can’t enter without a reservation or an invitation."

"I don’t need a table," the woman said quickly. "I just want to speak to the CEO of Ravol Company. Just five minutes. Please."

The guard didn’t budge.

"That’s impossible," he said. "We can’t let just anyone—"

Faye had barely registered Katherine’s presence when she suddenly heard a sharp, venomous voice cut through the air.

"You bitch!"

She froze, turning in shock toward the source of the insult.

Katherine stood there, eyes blazing with pure hatred, her posture stiff with barely controlled rage.

"You finally show your true colors!" Katherine hissed, stepping forward aggressively. "How long were you planning on keeping up this innocent act?"

Faye’s brows furrowed in confusion. "What… are you talking about?"

"Don’t play dumb!" Katherine snapped. "I should have known you were a scheming whore the moment you set foot here!"

Faye stiffened, completely caught off guard. "Katherine, I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"Of course, you don’t!" Katherine mocked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Acting all innocent, pretending you don’t know what I found at home!"

Faye frowned, growing uneasy. "Found… what?"

Katherine laughed coldly, then turned to James. "A cheap ring. What I found in Yemin’s things."

For the first time that night, Yemin paused.

His eyes flickered toward Faye Langford.