Marriage With A Evil Heart

I got into the car, left the house, and headed straight to Prospect, an upscale school where Oliver attended second grade. Due to my health, Oliver had been looked after by his grandmother, and it had been a while since I last saw him.

When I reached the school gate, it was a bit early, so I parked the car a little farther away and sat inside, watching the entrance. I waited until the first-grade students started leaving school, sitting up straight and keeping my eyes fixed on the gate, searching for Amelia among the parents picking up their children.

It had been several years since I last saw her. Reflecting on it, it was my own naivety that led me to underestimate human greed and to trust Robert and Amelia too much. Looking back, my attempt to talk to her before leaving, asking for her help with Robert, seemed incredibly foolish!

Finally, I spotted her figure in the crowd. She wore a light yellow knitted dress that accentuated her voluptuous figure, a brown scarf, and held a limited edition Hermès bag in a matching color. Her wavy long hair exuded a sophisticated and elegant charm.

That face, not initially very attractive, was now adorned with a touch of glamorous allure from the yellow dress, adding a hint of charm. I instinctively glanced at myself in the rearview mirror, with dull short hair, a pale complexion, and skin long devoid of its radiance, this was the face that had slightly improved after taking the antidote. It was easy to imagine that when I first woke up, nobody would suspect I was still alive, even if I were taken to the funeral parlor.

My hands clenched the steering wheel tightly as a surge of anger burned within me, growing stronger. What was even more unbearable was seeing a slightly plump woman standing beside her-my mother-in-law, Charlotte. They seemed quite familiar, engaged in lively conversation with parents picking up their children.

Charlotte’s eyes showed delight, and they greeted parents around them with friendly gestures. It seemed Robert’s family had long accepted the mistress, forgetting about my existence.

Thinking back, they once crowded into a living space of less than 50 square meters, and it was I who enabled them to move into a spacious 300-square-meter house. Yet, they conspired to kill me.

At this moment, I truly wished to open the car door and surprise them, reminding Robert’s mother that I was still alive and that it was too early to legitimize the mistress.

But the next second, I saw a chubby little boy running out from the school gate, joyfully rushing into Amelia’s arms. I quickly withdrew my intended action.

Amelia smiled warmly, wiping the sweat from the boy’s forehead. He then turned to Charlotte, who held him with ease, her eyes squinting in a joyful smile.

The display of familial affection seemed so natural, so harmonious. However, Amelia did not leave; she stayed with Charlotte, continuing to greet other parents at the entrance. I couldn’t quite comprehend it. Were they waiting for Oliver to finish school?

My heart twisted, feeling uneasy. They were too audacious!

Suppressing the anger within, I decided to observe the unfolding situation. Sure enough, ten minutes later, Oliver walked out slowly with his backpack, wearing a displeased expression.

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