When Love Breaks (Josephine)

Even Zayn's account wasn't spared, though he had disabled his comments section back when the scandal first broke, leaving netizens with no choice but to vent their anger through reposts. Compared to Nadine, he got off relatively easily.

Truth be told, after reading all the comments that were bashing Nadine, Josephine felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. The nervous tension she had carried all day had been completely replaced by the thrill of sweet revenge.

For the longest time, she had refrained from going after Nadine—not because she lacked the means to, but because of her upbringing and her self-restraint, she had kept her urge for revenge in check. But deep down, everyone had a dark side, and she was no different.

If it weren't for morality and consequences, who wouldn't want to rip their enemies to shreds?

With a pep in her step, she made her way downstairs, planning to ask Gloria to whip up some yogurt for her. But as soon as she reached the bottom of the stairs, she spotted someone she definitely wasn't expecting in her living room, talking to Gloria.

"Sir, who exactly are you? If you refuse to explain yourself, I'm not letting you see Ms. Dunn!"

Zayn stood with one hand in his pocket. "Ms. Dunn? You should be calling her Mrs. Forbes."

"Mrs. Forbes? I have no idea what you're talking about, sir."

He smirked. "What, didn't she tell you when she hired you that she's already married, and her husband's last name is Forbes?"

Gloria's eyes widened in shock. "What?"

Before she could even process what he said, Josephine stormed into the room like a whirlwind. She grabbed Zayn by the arm and dragged him toward the door, her voice sharp with disbelief. "What the hell are you doing here? How do you even know where I live?" noveldrama

Zayn's expression darkened, his anger barely restrained. "Why did you expose Nadine? Wasn't it enough for the Internet to be calling me a scumbag?"

Josephine barely heard him, as her head was spinning. How did he find out where she lived? She had only

ever brought three people to only

house Mason, Simon, and Ethan, and none of them would evenbetray her. Henry, the one who gifted her this villa, had no connection to Zayn, so that was out of the question.

"Well? Answer me!" The longer he looked at her, the angrier he became. Not only had she refused to visit him when he was hospitalized, but now she was pulling stunts like this and making his life even more difficult.

She knew damn well that Yvan's return had thrown his business and finances into chaos. And yet, during such a crucial time, she had to go and stir up trouble for him. What kind of wife did that?

But Josephine wasn't paying attention to anything he was saying. At that moment, only one thing mattered-how had her address been leaked?

The only person who had interacted with her recently and might know... was that paparazzo from last night! He hadn't left after she chased him away. He must have followed her back. That had to be it!

Josephine lifted her gaze and met Zayn's. "Did Nadine tell you where I lived?"

His expression was blank as he responded, "And if she did? What difference does

it make? No matter who told me, why are you so surprised that I know where you live?"

She gritted out, "We're divorced-" Before she could finish her

sentence, he pulled their and net

certificate out of his pocket and waved it in front of her. "Stop

throwing that word around. It's

getting old. Remember-you are still Mrs. Forbes!"