The Queen's Back (Mona and Maxwell)
The Queen’s 336

Chapter 336

After a long pause, Mona finally messaged Nigel: [Alright, sorry to trouble you, Nigel. I was overthinking.]

Nigel replied: [No worries, we can all feel at ease this way. If you're still concerned, the fingerprint results will be ready tomorrow.]

Mona: [Alright, Nigel, carry on with your work!]

After the message was sent, Mona put down her phone, feeling a bit lost. It seemed she had overthought things-Maxwell was dealing with amnesia, which affected many aspects of his life.

Mona hadn't spoken to Maxwell for two days, mostly because she didn't know what to say or had the opportunity. Every day, he slept until after ten before leading to the office, and his late-night returns-around eleven or midnight at the earliest- meant he came back long after she was already asleep.

Hearing footsteps on the stairs, Mona guessed it was Maxwell, who was back earlier than usual. She opened her door quickly, hoping for an honest conversation about moving forward peacefully together.

The moment Mona opened the door, regret washed over her. She shouldn't have stepped out or witnessed this painful scene. Tears traced down her pale cheeks like petals falling in a quiet, sorrowful cascade. Maxwell held a beauty close, their passionate kiss unfolding outside the door. Stunned, Mona stood still, unable to contain herself, approached and slapped him hard.

Acrunching sound echoed on the second floor. Mona felt a deep pain as she realized Maxwell was kissing someone else. It was as if something she cherished had been tainted, leaving her heart heavy with discomfort.

After she slapped him, Maxwell didn't let go of the beauty. Instead, he pulled her behind him, shielding her as he glared at Mona with a look of disdain, his tongue pressed against his cheek, revealing a mocking smile. "Who gave you the courage to hit me, Mona Clem?" Mona chuckled. "Maxwell Carter, you did something wrong and deserved that slap. I'll give you a chance to explain-what/ just happened?" She held onto a glimmer of hope that he was just pretending or perhaps drunk and unaware of his actions. She could find a reason to forgive him if that were the case.

Maxwell leaned down to kiss the beauty's fiery red lips and then turned to Mona. "Explain? Why should I? What you saw is the truth. With my wealth, isn't it reasonable to have a lover?"

The beauty seemed to disagree with Mona's sentiment, calling out sweetly, "Mr. Carter!" Maxwell glanced down at her in his arms, gently pinching her cheek as he softly comforted, "Good girl!"

Mona felt a sting in her eyes at the sight before her. The husband she loved so dearly was casually discussing keeping a lover right before her. It was genuinely ironic; the predetermined state had a cruel sense of humor.

Mona was heartbroken, wondering if Maxwell would regret his actions today once he regained his memories and returned to the man who loved her.

"Maxwell Carter, is that really how you feel? You want to have a lover and bring her into our home?" Mona asked, tears streaming uncontrollably from her pale cheeks to her neck; she breathed deeply.

Maxwell chuckled, unconcerned, his hand never leaving the beauty's waist. "Mona Clem, even if someone else told me otherwise, this villa is one I bought myself. It's not our joint property; I just left you a room, so you shouldn't worry about trivial matters." "Maxwell Carter, you bastard!" Mona shouted, on the verge of breaking down.

Hearing Mona's insults, the beauty beside Maxwell seemed worried that he would get angry and reached out to smooth his

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"Yeah, good insult. I was never a good person to begin with." After speaking, Maxwell embraced the beauty and entered the room. Soon, daughter and breathing echoed from within, one after another.

Mona stood frozen at the doorway, pounding on the door with force as she shouted, "Maxwell Carter, stop! You can't do this to me. How could you treat me like this? Even if you've forgotten everything from before, you can't treat me this way." The pounding continued; she kept pounding on the door with such force that her palms were already red and numb, yet Mona showed no sign of stopping.

"Divorce, Maxwell Carter-I want a divorce." The words were caught in Mona's throat, and she couldn't say them out loud. Everything Maxwell had done for her before was still fresh in her mind, and all they had been through together weighed heavily on her heart, making it impossible for her to bring herself to ask for a divorce.

Mona had no idea how long she had been shouting, her voice stripped of composure. Her hands were numb from pounding on the door before it finally opened. Maxwell shoved her to the ground, his eyes full of disdain. "Mona Clem, if you're feeling unsettled, go find someone else-I won't say a word about it. "By the way, wasn't my dear brother interested in you? Don't you think you're being a bit much, ruining my mood here?" As he spoke, Mona caught a glimpse through the partially open door of the woman lying on the bed, her clothes partly undone.

It was their bed-hers and Maxwell's. Now, another woman was there, about to share the same intimacy she once had with him. Mona didn't want this to happen. The door shut again, leaving her speechless; she fell silent.

At that moment, Mona wanted nothing more than to escape, block out the sounds of their intimacy, and retreat to hide. Dazed, she left the villa in silence. It had been raining outside on and off since the day before, never truly letting up.

Raindrops fell on Mona, tracing her pale face and body from her head down. She felt utterly helpless; she wondered why Maxwell had changed so much after he had lost his memory. They had once been so deeply in love that she couldn't understand.

The sound of rain and thunder perfectly masked her sobs. With no one around the villa, Mona kept walking, unsure where she was headed. Rain blurred her vision until she suddenly sensed a shadow behind her. She could faintly hear someone calling her name-a voice achingly familiar. It was Maxwell's.

She turned around, but there was nothing there-just her imagination. 'Maxwell is with another woman right now; there's no way he'd be behind me, she thought. After taking a couple more steps, she felt something was off. Her instincts urged her to turn around and head back.

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