THE BILLIONAIRE'S VENGEFUL WIFE RETURNS

Garth didn't release Harlow's hair until they were outside the mansion. Garth wanted to humiliate her daughter-in-law so badly. She wanted the world to see how crazy Harlow Blackwood was. She has hated this girl from the on start, she knew how long she had to pretend to like Harlow for her son's and family's sake, but not anymore.

The Blackwoods are nothing but an old name without substance. The two daughters of Frank Blackwood are stupid girls and can never carry their family, why would her son be associated with them? Once Alanis returns, she would tell him to cut ties with the Blackwood's automatically.

They could suffer and beg for food on the streets and she wouldn't mind.

Garth's face twisted in a sneer, her voice cutting through the air. "You begged for your bastard child to be saved, and I granted you that. Harlow Blackwood, you're no longer a member of the Hamilton family. You might as well leave now."

For a moment, Harlow stood frozen, the words ringing in her ears. They stripped her of her name, her place, everything. Humiliated, abandoned, and left to face the world in nothing but her bra and panties, she felt raw, vulnerable... a nightmare she couldn't wake up from.

She managed to lift her chin, though her voice trembled. "Leave? Where am I supposed to go… dressed like this?" Her words came out almost like a whisper, but they held a challenge, a sliver of defiance that she wasn't even aware she still had.

Claudia snickered from the steps, her phone held aloft, snapping photos with cruel delight. "This is too good to miss," she murmured, loud enough for Harlow to hear, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. Harlow thought she could humiliate her before, now who's being humiliated?

Lia and George stepped out of the mansion all happy and smiling. Lia had changed into something nice and beautiful, also forgetting the second dress she was wearing Harlow had also given her.

Lia had always been a shy and timid girl till Harlow came. But it's a shame how they forget so quickly that she's the reason the Hamilton rose again. If she hadn't made that one stupid decision 5 years ago.

"Go to where you belong, Harlow. You're not needed here," Garth sneered, her voice dripping with cold disdain.

Harlow couldn't believe it. She stared at Garth, hoping for some trace of humanity in her eyes, some indication that this was all some horrible mistake. But there was nothing there... just that hard, cold glare, one that sent a chill down Harlow's spine. How could someone be so heartless, so completely unmoved? And all for what?

With no more words, Garth turned and walked back into the house, the door shutting behind her with a heavy finality, leaving Harlow utterly alone.

For a moment, Harlow stood there, barefoot on the gravel, trembling in nothing but her undergarments as the reality of what had happened settled in. It would have been a lot better if it was nighttime, but they had stripped her naked and kicked her out of the Hamilton family mansion, in broad daylight.