The Woman Who Changed Fate

Peter sneered.

“Unbelievable. You can even tolerate this?”

“Just to marry me, you’re willing to endure any humiliation.”

“Even if you used tricks to get pregnant again, I have ways to make both you and your child suffer miserable fates.”

As his mocking words fell, I clenched my fists tightly, my nails digging into my palms.

In my past life, when I’d begged him in tears to spare our unborn child, he’d turned away coldly. The suffocating feeling of being buried alive was something I would never forget.

Peter watched me now with interest, eagerly waiting to see me collapse in tears or rage.

But I didn’t give him the satisfaction.

Instead, I calmly picked up my phone from the table and began recording the scene unfolding in the courtyard, he and Yvonne, still tangled in their illicit embrace.

“The crown prince of London’s elite, sneaking out to meet his lover in the middle of the night and doing this in the family courtyard. If word gets out, what will happen to the Kingsley Family’s reputation?”

You like putting on a show? Let me help you take center stage.

Yvonne panicked, covering her face and burying herself in Peter’s arms.

Enraged and humiliated, Peter lunged forward to snatch the phone from my hand.

“Tessa! Don’t go too far!”

But I had already stopped recording and backed away, calm and unshaken.

“Sorry. I woke up and heard strange noises outside. I thought there was a thief.”

With that, I closed and locked the window.

The room was on the first floor, just steps from the courtyard, but Peter didn’t dare make a scene.

He carried Yvonne away, throwing one last remark at me through the window.

“Tessa, I don’t love you.”

“Even if I die in this lifetime, I will never marry you.”

Watching his retreating back, I felt nothing but indifference.

The next morning, Mr. Arthur left on a business trip. I took the chance to visit the Kingsley family’s ancestral grave and fix its energy flow.

But just as I stepped outside, Peter blocked my path. His face was stormy, his tone simmering with rage.

“Where are you going?”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Is that your concern?”

Without answering, he slammed the door shut behind me.

“Tessa, I never thought you’d stoop this low. So malicious.”

I laughed bitterly.

He had flaunted Yvonne in front of me, taunting and humiliating me. And now I was the villain?

“Last night, Yvonne’s private photos showed up on several auction sites. They were being bid on.”

“Tessa, you’re a woman too. Is this your idea of revenge? You’re disgusting.”

“But don’t think ruining Yvonne’s name will make you a Kingsley.”

I turned toward Yvonne, who was trembling behind him, hiding like a frightened rabbit.

“I wasn’t the one who leaked those photos.”

“And I have no interest in marrying you, Peter. I don't need to stoop to such tactics.”

“If you don’t believe me, you can trace the IP address. With your status, it should be easy.”

Peter faltered, his brows furrowing. My calm expression didn’t look like I was lying.

He was suddenly unsure, something didn’t feel right.

That’s when Yvonne piped up softly, tugging at his sleeve.

“Peter, let it go. You’ve already taken the photos down...”

“It’s probably my fault. I upset Tessa... I can understand if she needed to vent.”

On the surface, she seemed to be smoothing things over. But her words painted me as a petty, vindictive woman and herself as the tolerant, gentle victim.

Peter’s expression darkened further.

“You’re just relying on my grandfather’s trust in your birth chart. That’s the only reason you dare to bully Yvonne so brazenly.”

I stared straight into his eyes.

“Everything requires a proof. If you can prove that I’m the one who did it, I’ll kneel and apologize to Yvonne without a word.”