The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 1091

“She might not feel embarrassed, but I’m cringing for her!”

Stella’s lips curled into a cool, almost icy smile. Her eyes glinted with shards of frost.

“Israel, you know, one of the greatest human delusions is thinking you’re more important than you really are.

You honestly believe I’m desperate to compete with Aurora, even though I’m supposedly not half as good as she is? What exactly about her do you think is worth my envy?

Am I supposed to be jealous because she’s prettier than me? Or is it the fact that she’s had the best education money can buy since she was a child, yet her violin skills are nothing special? Or—let me guess—am I envious that Aurora has barely any shares in the family business, not even a seat at the table?

I’ve heard of people being jealous of those who are better than them. But jealous of someone who’s worse off? That’s a new one. Does your mind always work like this, Israel? Or do you spend your days envying the homeless on the street—wishing you could sleep in the cold, go hungry, and be stepped on by everyone who passes?”

Facing Israel’s furious glare, Stella raised an eyebrow. “Or maybe you’re a glutton for punishment, Israel?”

Israel jabbed a finger at her, his lips trembling with rage, but he couldn’t get a single word out.

“Stella, you—!”

He wanted to challenge her, but even he couldn’t bring himself to claim Stella was ugly—she was every bit as stunning as Aurora, if not more. And in terms of violin—yes, her hand had been injured, but she’d already beaten Harry, something Aurora could never dream of. Most importantly, Stella held original shares in the family business, a privilege not even Jonathan had.

Jonathan, seeing the argument escalate, finally interjected. “Israel, go get some rest. I’ll deal with this.”

Still rubbing his aching, dizzy head, Israel shot Stella one last angry look before he retreated upstairs.

When he was gone, Jonathan sighed. “Sorry, Star. We made assumptions and blamed you unfairly.

A little while ago, Shawn’s mother, Mrs. Pearce, called me in tears, claiming you injured her son.

I never imagined Shawn would have the guts to lay a finger on someone from the Williams family.

Jonathan didn’t stop her. “Go on.”

Stella turned and climbed the stairs.

…

Soon, it was time for Aurora’s birthday party.

This year’s celebration was especially elaborate—it was her first birthday since joining The Williams Group.

Despite recent scandals, Aurora’s position in the company had only made her more valuable. Her reputation—and her influence—had soared far beyond what it was when she was just a pretty face with a famous name.

Just a few days ago, Aurora had taken over a new company and landed a major deal, boosting her status even higher.