The crowd was amazed to see the beautiful face behind the mask. The beauty was out of this world. Desmond and Daniella were surprised. They didn't see that coming.
"So Anabel is Orton's daughter?" Daniella asked.
"I always suspected it. This must be the reason the contract was denied. I can see. So my ex-wife is the daughter of a billionaire? the richest man in the country?"
Anabel quickly picked the mask and wore it back. They danced a little before they rounded up and left the stage.
Just when the party was over, Desmond and Daniella went to meet Miss Michelle and Anabel at the back.
"You deceived me. You are a liar. Why didn't you tell me that you are Orton's daughter?" Desmond asked.
"Miss Anabel Orton is sick." Miss Michelle spoke up to defend her. "I asked Anabel to perform on her behalf since she's good at dancing."
Anabel knew that Desmond would come for her and asked Miss Michelle to defend her. She told her everything about her and Desmond.
"I knew it. She can never be Sir Orton's daughter. I always knew that the real Anabel Orton can't possibly attend this party." Daniella chimed in from where she was standing.
"So you are not even Anabel Orton?" Desmond asked.
"Miss Michelle, please, can you wait for me outside? Let me settle with him." Anabel said to Miss Michelle, and she stared at Desmond and Daniella before leaving. "I will be waiting for you outside."
Just as Miss Michelle went out of view, Anabel turned her attention to Desmond. "Even if I'm not Anabel Orton, do you have any problem with that?"
"Yes, we have a lot of problems with that. Why will you deceive us?" Daniella asked. "Everyone out there will think that they saw Anabel Orton, not knowing that it was an Anabel without background, an Anabel without a last name. A low-budget Anabel"
"I saw the way you are holding him and the way he was touching your body. Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" Desmond asked. "You let him touch you romantically and even hold you as if you are his...wife."
"The last time I checked, Desmond, we are divorced. We are no longer together. So I don't think you have the right to ask me that kind of question."
"So because we are divorced, you think you are free to go for another man."
"Don't tell me you are jealous. Are you?" Anabel asked.
"Do I look like someone who is jealous?" Desmond asked.
"I can see it in your eyes, in your words, and in your actions. You can't hide it. You are jealous of men around me."
"What nonsense are you talking about? How can I be jealous of someone like you? You good-for-nothing, barren slut?" Desmond tried to defend himself.
"You know all these, but I see the love in your eyes. You still love me, right?"
"I never loved you." Desmond blurted out.
"Since you don't love me, you have no business with how I live my life. I can make love to whoever I want. I can have sex with whoever I wish. You have no right to interfere in my life. We are one hundred percent divorced. Go grab your mistress and get out of here."
"I'm telling you how bad you are, not that I'm jealous. I'm here because I wanted to see the real Miss Anabel Orton and not a useless trash like you. It's obvious you have planned all these with Miss Anabel to relatiate. You couldn't bear losing me."
"For your information, I don't feel bad leaving you. I'm happy that I'm no longer with you. I don't love you anymore. I don't care about you and your mistress. You and your mistress don't wort my hate. It's a waste of time hating you guys. I'm out of your life, so don't ever interfere in my business again." Anabel finished and made her way out. Desmond watched in bitterness as she made her way out. He still has feelings for her.