All Chapters of The Good Wife's Enemy: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

It was Thursday afternoon, and Margot went home early after completing her work. Her team’s productivity doubled and she didn’t have time to worry. She was relaxing on the terrace when she heard a car in the driveway. Margot looked down to check and saw her husband rushing inside the house.“Ugh. He’s not leaving yet, is he? How can he be so shameless?” she mumbled and went back to her seat while enjoying the setting sun with a glass of chocolate drink and a few slices of cake.Margot started craving sweets after she had several of them a few days ago. She was sipping her drink when Harry’s annoying voice disturbed her peaceful moment.“Margot, how could you do that to my mother?” Harry said in an accusing tone. His veins in the neck pop out as he clenched his jaw. “She’s now in the hospital after what you did. Do you even have any idea what could have happened if she wasn’t brought to the hospital right away?”Harry clenched his fists when his wife ignored him. “Are you listening?”M

Harry took a deep breath and pulled his hand away. He frowned while looking at Margot. “A monster?” He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “You have no idea what a monster is, Margot. Stop spouting nonsense while I’m still being nice to you.”“Ah… Should I be grateful then that you’re being nice? You’re so full of yourself. How can you be like that after what you’ve done to me… To our marriage?” Margot clenched her fists. “You keep disappointing me, Harry. But maybe I should really stop expecting anything good from you. I just hope you cooperate so we can divorce peacefully.”Margot sighed and let out a dry laugh. “I mean, that’s the last thing you can do.”“Who says we’re having a divorce? I told you, Margot. I stopped seeing that woman,” Harry grumbled, his eyebrows furrowed.“So? It doesn’t change the fact that you cheated. Do you think it’s that simple?” Margot smirked. “I don’t even feel safe having you this close to me. Perhaps you should feel a bit of shame and move out alre

Margot let out a groan as she sat back on the sofa. Her eyes shut as soon as her back rested, her body giving in to the exhaustion. She had a rough day after talking with her father. Since she didn’t want to waste time, she had to do something to save the company.She was drifting to sleep when she heard her phone ringing. Fishing the device from her bag, Margot checked the caller before taking it, smiling.“Attorney,” she greeted, rubbing her forehead, her eyes closed again. “How’s everything going?”“Miss Vanders…” Atty. Powell took a deep breath. “Everything is ready. I’m just waiting for your signal to execute the plan.”Pleased, Margot nodded and hummed. “Did you hear from Dad? He ought to know that there’s nothing to worry about. But knowing him, I bet he wouldn’t be able to relax until we get rid of those people in the company. Anyway, how about the other thing I asked for?”“Oh, that one. I’m still on it. I’ll let you know once the detective I hired sends me the report,” the l

“Who’s that man you’ve been seeing every week? Did you think I wouldn't know about him?”Margot’s ears perked at Harry’s statement. She couldn’t believe he wouldn’t stop assuming things he did himself. “Oh, please. Stop it.”Harry’s eyes glinted from Margot's reaction. He was almost sure she was also having an affair behind his back. “I’m telling you, Margot. I’ll keep my lips sealed about it if you want. But you have to clarify that we’re not having problems and what happened at the party last time was a misunderstanding.”A sly smile formed on his lips. “What do you think?”Margot’s face was painted with disgust. “Go ahead. Tell everyone about what you think. I didn’t commit any atrocities, so I’m not worried. I don’t know what made you think I'm like you, but good luck anyway.”She walked away when Harry opened his mouth again.“Leo Brown,” he said, following her. “Isn’t that name familiar? You’ve been meeting him in secret, haven't you? Is it every Friday?”Margot halted, speechle

Margot grabbed her phone, calling the cops. She couldn’t believe Harry would be shameless to show up after what happened last night. She took a deep breath and waited until someone picked up her call.“Hi, this is Margot… Um… Walton. My husband, Harry Walton, who is already on your record for abuse, has come to my house again. I have a restraining order against him, and I feel threatened,” Margot said, looking at Harry who proudly held his banner.“He is currently on my doorstep, holding a banner that says ‘sorry’, but if you’ve been slapped and cheated on by this guy several times, that word wouldn’t be enough. I need immediate assistance to ensure my safety,” she continued. After giving her address to the cops, Margot called her lawyer.“Hello, Atty. Powell. It’s about the restraining order I requested that you process this morning… Hmm… Yes, please. I may need it. Harry’s back at my house,” Margot sighed, rubbing her temple. “I’ll be right there just in case. How about the matter