The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 53

Summer was utterly surprised to see so many photos o f hers. She didn't even know when some of

them were taken.

The first set of photos were taken outside the bar. Tony Frey, the teacher supervisor, held her close and

got into the taxi.

Her cheeks flushed red, and she snuggled in his arms while his chubby hand lay at her waist.

Her brows furrowed, and her hands clutched the water glass.

She never went out with Mr. Frey. The only time they were in the same place was when all the teachers

had dinner together.

So, no doubt Tony must have taken advantage of her while she was drunk.

The next set of photos showed her coming out of the hotel in the early morning, her clothes crumpled,

her hair disheveled, and her gait a little awkward. One could easily figure what had happened.

The last video was of Carlos holding her in his arms and groping her at the Club Nightshade.

All the teachers in the office looked at Summer with contempt, disgust, and disdain.

Never had they expected Summer-who looked so innocent on the outside -to be a slutty b*tch behind

them. They felt disgusting! Summer was aware of how the teachers looked at her. However, she knew

very well that it would make no difference no matter how much she tried to explain it.

All she wanted to know was who had taken the photos and which newspaper the TV host was referring

to.

Who was targeting her?

While her thoughts were still wandering, a burst of footsteps hurried in.

Smack!

Before she could look up, a hard slap fell on her cheek, leaving a tingling and burning sensation.

And then, rude shrieks and curses followed. "How dare you seduce my husband, you b*tch!”

All Summer could feel was the numbness on the left side of her face. She looked up, and there stood

Mr. Frey’s wife.

To avoid further drama, she gritted her teeth swallowed the insult. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

It was a stout woman in her forties who was so angry that the muscles on her face were quivering. Her

eyes were burning with rage, filled with murderous intent against Summer.

"I did not seduce Mr. Frey." Summer gently touched the painful side of her face and said it clearly, word

by word.

"No? You mean my husband seduced you? You look like a decent woman, but who knows how many

men have slept with you!”

Mrs. Frey was so acerbic and caustic that the things she said were intolerable to the ear.

"Of course, I know myself well, but I'm afraid you have no idea what kind of person Mr. Frey really is. I

feel so sorry for you."

She chuckled and said it with a lukewarm attitude. M r. Frey-whose father-in-law was the school

principal -had a reputation of being perverted and targeting young female teachers. Mrs. Frey must

have been kept in the dark.

"You will never repent, will you? You are such a shameless b*tch! Get those reporters in."

Mrs. Frey's voice was shrill like a hen, piercing their eardrums. How dare this b*tch laugh at her!

The reporters immediately rushed in. The next moment, Summer was surrounded by a flood of

reporters who had been waiting for a long time.

"Is your private life usually that wild, Ms. Hart?"

"You are a teacher, and yet your behavior is improper. Do you have the decency to face your

students?"

"How many men have you slept with, Ms. Hart? Does your husband-who got you pregnant before

marriage

-know about this?”

Teachers had become the subject of heated discussion since that child sexual assault. Hence, no

reporter would want to miss a headline like this.