Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law-Chapter 75: A Plan (2)

She turned on her heel, prepared to walk out, and take her complaints to her father-in-lawl. But before she could reach the door, Spencer exhaled slowly, suppressing the guilt that weighed heavily on him all the time. His voice was calm when he spoke up. "It's not about moving on, Mother. It's about losing the advantage."

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Madam Collins halted in her tracks, her brow furrowed as she turned back to face him. "What are you saying?" she asked suspiciously.

Spencer leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming against the closed file in front of him. "By spreading rumors about FineArt, you've already exposed your plans. Melanie is no fool when it comes to business. If anything, she thrives in adversity. The biggest example being ABC. She has already begun stabilizing things—handling customers, reassuring employees, and making adjustments that will keep LuxeArt afloat. She won't sit back and wait for us to take advantage of her weaknesses."

He paused, allowing his words to sink in before continuing. "If we move forward with this plan now, she will adapt. She will come up with a new strategy, one we won't be able to predict. And worse, she will realize that she has a leak within her team. Once she figures that out, she will get rid of our spies and tighten security around her operations. If that happens, we won't just lose this battle—we will lose our ability to anticipate her moves altogether."

Madam Collins pursed her lips, the fire in her eyes dimming slightly as she absorbed his reasoning. She was not a woman who backed down easily, but she was also not foolish enough to dismiss her son's well-calculated argument. Slowly, she walked back toward him, her tone measured as she asked, "So, you have another plan?"

A slow, knowing smirk came on Spencer's lips as he nodded. "Yes. Instead of using our spies now, we play the long game. Focus on the strategy I've proposed for now—let Melanie carry on with her work undisturbed. Let her think she has the upper hand. Once her plans are fully in motion, and she has secured the loans she so desperately needs, that's when we strike. We wait until she's committed—until she's invested too much to back out. That's when we hit her where it hurts the most."

Madam Collins studied her son carefully, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, a small, satisfied smile curved her lips. "Cunning," she admitted, nodding approvingly. "I suppose I raised you well after all. Promise me, Spencer. You will avenge your mother's humiliation. She has made me a laughing stock among so many people! Don't forget that, Spencer!"

She sat down in the chair across from him, lacing her fingers together as she tilted her head. "Tell me more. How exactly do you propose we execute this plan? We need to be meticulous."

Spencer sighed and explained a few things to his mother, "First, we let her get comfortable. She thinks she's in control right now, but that's exactly what we want her to believe. The moment she secures those loans, she'll start making investments and working on this. She'll hire new talent, expand production, and revamp LuxeArt's image. We let her go all in. The more she puts into this, the higher the stakes become."

"And then, we create a crisis. A big order gone wrong, multpile lossed and eventually, all her money will be drained."

Madam Collins nodded, pleased with this! Yes! If she had already taken loans then her credit standing in the market would go down and she would not be able to secure the money again. At a time like this, she would really push her into the ground.

Spencer would indeed go according to the strategy—but not for the same reason his mother believed. While Madam Collins was consumed with the idea of ruining Melanie completely, Spencer had something else in mind.

He didn't just want to see her struggle—he wanted to break down every wall she had built between them until she had no choice but to turn to him.

His mother's thirst for revenge was short-sighted. To him, what Melanie had done was simply getting back at his mother. Of course she would have wanted to take out her anger on the person who had made her life a living hell for the last three years.

But ha had no intention to destroy LuxeArt. If that place was completely destroyed, there would be way for him to control Melanie. That place was her family's legacy to her and thus her only weakness.

No, destruction and humiliation wasn't the endgame Spencer envisioned. What he wanted was for Melanie to realize that she couldn't win without him. That no matter how hard she fought, she would simply find herself back in his orbit.

So, while Madam Collins spoke of humiliating Melanie, Spencer leaned back in his chair, silent, allowing her to revel in her fantasies of revenge. Let her think they were on the same page. Let her believe he was the son she had molded.

But in the end, the only one who would have the last laugh was him.

He didn't know why Melanie consumed his thoughts so completely now. It hadn't been part of his original plan. He'd thought that once she was out of the picture, he could finally move forward with Hallie. And yet, every time he closed his eyes, it wasn't Hallie he saw. It was Melanie. The way she used to look at him when she still believed in him, the way her body fit against his in sleep, how she had once instinctively reached for him in the dark, trusting him even in unconsciousness, on the night he had returned. How things would have been if he had indeed taken her then...

He wanted that back. All of it. The quiet moments, the fire in her eyes, the way she used to say his name, even the sadness that he had put there. It was all his. She was his, even if she refused to acknowledge it now. Even if she had turned to Adam in a desperate attempt to hurt him. She would always be his. And by the time he was done, she wouldn't just realize it—she would have no choice but to accept it.