Chapter 6 The One Who Is Not Loved Is the Third Party

A few people scattered like startled birds, fleeing in all directions.

Benjamin and Emily were too blatant; the White family had their dignity to maintain, and Mia couldn't openly handle Emily, especially since Emily was likely pregnant—Lily had already heard the rumors, so Mia definitely knew.

Ophelia grabbed a trench coat and stepped out of the White Mansion, only to realize it was raining outside.

The wind seeped through every gap in her coat, making her shiver uncontrollably.

Just like her marriage, full of holes and falling apart.

Cars came and went, clogging the narrow mountain road.

Ophelia took a deep breath, the cold, damp air making her shiver even more.

She went to the garage and found her car with a flat tire, punctured at some point.

Nearby was a familiar car. She looked up to see Emily getting into the car with Benjamin's help, her eyes red from crying.

She stood in a conspicuous spot; there was no way Benjamin hadn't seen her.

Yet he ignored her, focusing solely on Emily.

Lost in thought, she caught Emily's gaze.

Emily's eyes showed a hint of reluctance, but she still suggested to Benjamin, "Ben, why don't we give Ophelia a ride? She looks a bit pitiful standing there alone."

Benjamin didn't even turn around. "You're too kind-hearted. She didn't think you were pitiful when she accused you."

'I wouldn't stoop to riding with him!' Ophelia thought.

Emily was about to say something else, but Ophelia cut her off, "If you keep insisting, I might just take you up on it."

Emily instantly shut up and got into the car.

The car started, leaving a cloud of exhaust in her face.

He really didn't care about her!

Suppressing the bitterness in her heart, Ophelia turned and walked away.

She remembered there was a bus stop nearby.

But it would take about ten minutes to walk there.

She watched the cars passing by, seeing the warm, happy scenes inside them, and thought about her past with Benjamin, feeling a wave of nausea.

She didn't take Mia's words to heart; if both parties were unwilling, there was no way a child could be born.

She took out her phone and messaged her lawyer to prepare the divorce papers.

Just as she was about to contact her friend Stella Hall, a call popped up on the screen.

William.

She hung up without hesitation, but couldn't help thinking about William's proposal.

To have a child with him.

To take control of the White Group.

When Stella arrived, she found Ophelia standing silently in the rain, fuming, "How could Benjamin treat you like this! You're his wife!"

But what could be done?

Stella cranked up the car's heater to the max, floored the gas, and drove Ophelia back to her villa.

Before leaving, she suggested, "Want to go out and have some fun? Benjamin doesn't care anyway."

"Tomorrow. I have a day off tomorrow." She wanted to relax, too.

"Great, I'll pick you up tomorrow."

Mia was slightly concerned about what had happened last night.

Early the next morning, she called Ophelia and sent her a location pin. "Benjamin didn't come home last night?"

Emily had just returned; of course, he'd stay with her.

"There were things at the company I needed to handle, so I came back to deal with them. Benjamin,"

Before she could find a suitable excuse for Benjamin, Mia said, "I heard they're going to the Maple Racecourse today. Why don't you join them? I'll cover the cost."

Ophelia sighed.

Mia's tone suggested a request, but her words left no room for refusal.

She reluctantly agreed, "Okay, Mom, thanks."

After hanging up, Ophelia texted Stella: [Plans changed, going to the racecourse today. Want to come with me?]

Stella replied quickly: [Sure thing.]

Maple Racecourse was a members-only club, sprawling and vast.

As the car door opened, the fresh scent of grass hit her, and through the white fence, she saw endless green.

The racecourse, like all comprehensive clubs, had everything.

Ophelia gave her name at the entrance and suddenly spotted Emily and Benjamin.

She smirked and added to the attendant, "Charge it to Mrs. White's account."

The attendant stiffened. "You're also Mrs. White?"

Before starting his shift, he'd been informed that the wife of the racecourse's shareholder, Benjamin, would be visiting, so he was on high alert.

Just an hour ago, Mrs. White had arrived with Benjamin, and they seemed inseparable.

But now, this woman also claimed to be Mrs. White. Could this be right?

Stella squinted, "What? Is there a second Mrs. White here?"

The attendant glanced nervously toward Emily, who was also looking their way.

Seeing Ophelia approach, Emily walked over and greeted her sweetly, "Ophelia."

Stella mimicked her, "Ophelia."

The atmosphere turned icy, and the attendant stood by, too scared to speak.

Emily quickly explained, "Ben insisted on bringing me. I couldn't help it."

"Do you not have a mouth or a brain? Can't you refuse things you don't want to do? Can Benjamin tie you up and force you to come?"

Emily's eyes welled up with tears. "Stella, I know you don't like me, but there's no need to be so harsh."

Holding back Stella, who was about to lash out, Ophelia smiled sweetly, her tone gentle, "I thought you weren't afraid. You don't fear societal judgment when you interfere in someone's marriage, but now you claim you have dignity?"

Emily hadn't expected Ophelia to be so blunt and ruthless. Her face turned red with anger. "The one who isn't loved is the third wheel!"

"So self-righteous, aren't you afraid you'll bite your tongue?"

Stella chimed in, adding fuel to the fire.

Emily took a deep breath, "Do you dare to come with me to face Ben?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

Right now, she was relying on Benjamin's affection.

And why not? Benjamin had bought her an expensive necklace, after all.

As the legitimate wife, she had received nothing.

Emily had something to flaunt.

Today was the racecourse's anniversary celebration, and high-end members like Benjamin were invited.

Everyone was gathered in a private room.

Stella nervously gripped Ophelia's hand.

The door opened, and everyone inside looked over.

Ophelia immediately spotted the man sitting alone on the sofa.

Benjamin sat upright, with people fawning over him, seemingly discussing something troublesome. His expression wasn't pleasant.

But that expression made him look even more like a refined scoundrel.

She looked away and watched Emily walk over to him.

Benjamin subtly made room for her, and as she sat down, she called him "Ben" in a pitiful, intimate tone.

Stella looked at them and snorted coldly, "Mr. White, who's this by your side? Never seen her before. Is she Mrs. White? When did Mrs. White change? You didn't tell us?"