Chapter 117
Honestly, being recognized as Mrs. Linden was both embarrassing and infuriating. No one in this world hated the words "Mrs. Linden" more than I did.
It felt like an identity being imposed on me—a title that everyone seemed determined to label me with despite my lack of memory of it. Along with it came judgment and disdain, none of which I wanted.
I pursed my lips, not intending to say anything to this woman.
Upon realizing who I was, Ms. Spencer's eyes filled with a look of contempt thinly veiled by a fake smile.
"Oh, so you're Mrs. Linden. Forgive me—I didn't recognize you at first. What brings you here? Didn't Mr. Linden come with you?"
Her questioning felt accusatory, and I had no intention of humoring it. I simply wanted Teri to finish her interview quickly so we could leave.
Upon seeing my discomfort, Ms. Spencer only smiled more eagerly. "Mrs. Linden, I remember seeing you once at a business gala three years ago. You and Mr. Linden seemed so happy together back then."
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