The Tycoon's Secret Wife's Escape

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"Why would my dad buy you expensive baby things?" the girl shot back, eyes narrowing "Unless is be the are

A collective gasp rippled through the staff and the growing crowd of onlookers.

Sabrina's grip tightened around the card. "Stop stirring up trouble! I'm a high- class artist under Golden Yeagy. My company provides for me-it's perfectly normal! If you keep harassing me, I can sue you. And if anything happens to my baby because of this stress, you'll face serious legal consequences"

The girl instinctively stepped back, her confidence wavering,

Sabrina smirked inwardly. "That's right. Run back to where you came from, you little brat

But before she could relish her small victory, a cold voice cut through the air from behind the stacked merchandise and mannequins.

"Are you threatening my daughter?"

Sabrina stiffened as a poised, elegant woman stepped forward.

"Mom!" The teenage girl immediately clung to Mrs. Lawson's arm.

Sabrina swallowed hard. This was the moment she had feared. She had always been careful around Mrs. Lawson-not only was she a powerful executive, but she was also the wife of her sugar daddy.

Mrs. Lawson's calculating gaze swept over her,

"There's only one way to resolve this situation with Ms..." Mrs. Lawson paused deliberately, her feigned ignorance a calculated insult.

A staff member quickly supplied the name. "Ms. Sabrina."

Mrs. Lawson smirked. "Alright, Sabrina," she said before turning to the staff. "Call

my husband, the owner of that black card, and confirm whether he actually gave it to this woman."

The staff member nodded, relieved to have a clear path forward, and began searching their customer database for Mr.

Lawson's contact information.

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A moment later, the call connected. "Good morning, sir. This is from the shop. We need to confirm whether you authorized Ms. Sabrina, an artist from Golden Stage, to use your black card-"

"Allow me," Mrs. Lawson interjected smoothly, extending her hand for the phone. "Darling, I'm at the shop right now. There seems to be some confusion about your black card-a certain artist claims you've given her permission to use it."

Sabrina tensed. 'He wouldn't betray me... right?'

The lady listened for a few seconds, her smile widening with every nod. Then, with a triumphant look, she handed the phone back to the staff.

At that moment, Sabrina didn't know. With his wife standing right there, Mr. Lawson had no choice but to throw her under the bus.

Mrs. Lawson held absolute power in their household-backed by her influential father and the presence of their beloved daughter, who had always been treated like a precious gem. Mr. Lawson wouldn't dare risk his image and position for Sabrina. Self-preservation came first.

But she had no idea.

The staff ended the call and turned to Sabrina. "Mr. Lawson says he doesn't recall giving you any card."

Mrs. Lawson let out a dramatic gasp. "Then report this to the police! As the legal wife of the cardholder, I have every right to press charges. If she's stealing from my husband, she's stealing from me."noveldrama

Whispers rippled through the crowd-shock, judgment, suspicion.

No one had expected Sabrina to commit credit card fraud.

"Please, Mrs. Lawson, there's been a terrible misunderstanding!" Sabrina pleaded desperately.

The security guards held her arms firmly, preventing her from leaving the store.

"I can explain everything! I'll pay for all of it myself!" she begged.

But the truth was, she didn't have the money. Golden Stage had supported her lavish lifestyle in the past, but reckless investments had drained her finances. That desperation had driven her to seduce Mr. Lawson, to ensure her pregnancy would secure her lifestyle.

Gabriel saw her as an innocent woman, and she couldn't let him find out she was drowning in debt.

Mrs. Lawson's eyes burned with fury. "You think a simple apology and repayment erases the crime? What if my daughter hadn't caught you? How did you obtain my husband's card?"

"I'm telling the truth! Mr. Lawson gave it to me-for our baby!" Sabrina shouted.

At that moment, she no longer cared about revealing her connection to Mr. Lawson. If she could become his wife, she wouldn't lose anything.

The teenager's face paled. "Our baby? So, it's true? That's my sibling in your womb?"

Sabrina lifted her chin defiantly. "Yes! Your father and I have been together for months!"

Mrs. Lawson's palm landed hard on Sabrina's cheek, breaking the heavy silence.

"I already knew about the affair," she seethed. "But hearing it from your own mouth? It's disgusting."

"Mom, is that true?" the daughter asked, shaken.

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Without a word, Mrs. Lawson pulled hard files from her designer bag, and tossed their contents at Sabrina's feet-photos, text messages, and hotel receipts. Proof

of the affair lay scattered across the polished floor like fallen leaves.

"I had planned to handle this privately, but you dared to introduce yourself to me as my husband's mistress? Look at these photos. You and my husband have been deceiving me all along?"

Sabrina lifted her chin defiantly, "I don't care anymore! I'm carrying his child! He chose me because I'm young and beautiful-not some aging society wife!"

Unbeknownst to Sabrina, someone had been livestreaming the entire confrontation. Within minutes, social media exploded with harsh comments, Gabriel's name trended, with people sympathizing with him, while Mrs. Lawson received overwhelming support as the betrayed wife.

Sabrina's reputation collapsed before her eyes.

Isabella hadn't needed elaborate schemes or complex plots. She'd simply ensured Mrs. Lawson learned the truth, then let Sabrina's own actions destroy everything she'd built.