Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 13

I stared intently at Missy's expression.

Sure enough, my words made her eyes flash with panic.

However, someone like her would never think she was wrong. She enjoyed the pleasure of being my elder and driving me around, so how could she possibly apologize?

She could only suppress me, "Hmph! You're just saying that. I don't believe you would really dare.

Once you're divorced, you'll just be a divorced woman. Who would want to marry you? Not to mention, where would you find a man better looking than Lawrence, with a good temper, and willing to spend money on you?

You should be praying and thanking for having such a good husband like Lawrence, yet you don't even cherish it!"

Yes, yes, yes!

Lawrence is a treasure.

Other people's children are just lowly beings.

I couldn't be bothered to continue dealing with an old, malicious elder like Missy.

Don't argue with fools, or you'll just make yourself look more foolish.

I rolled my eyes at her and turned back to the bedroom.

Seeing that I ignored her, Missy was probably very angry and upset.

So she wanted to follow me and continue scolding.

"Bang!"

I closed the door and locked it.

The door hit Missy's nose directly, and I could hear her wailing.

Then she cursed and kicked the door a couple of times.

But I wasn't worried. Knowing Missy, everything in this house belonged to Lawrence, including this door. She wouldn't dare to damage it.

Sure enough, she quieted down after a while.

First battle won! I felt relieved.

Acting crazy and making others suffer, satisfying!

I walked to the dressing table, and the reflection in the mirror showed a haggard, thin me, looking several years older.

In contrast, the smiling me in the wedding photo beside it was a stark difference.

Loving someone is like tending to a flower. Lawrence didn't give me the nutrients of love but poison, causing me to wither quickly.

My heart couldn't help but ache.

I hardened my gaze, then grabbed the wedding photo and smashed it on the ground.

Instantly, the glass frame shattered all over the floor, just like my broken heart.

I looked up and saw the large wedding photo hanging above. Lawrence was looking at me affectionately, his hand around my waist.

Thinking about how those eyes had looked at another woman the same way, and how his hand had touched the soft waist of his mistress, I felt a wave of nausea.

I picked up a massage stick from the room, stood on a chair, and smashed that wedding photo to pieces as well.

And my heart grew colder and harder.

Child, don't worry. Mommy will avenge you.

I will be strong and take back everything that belongs to me.

After doing all this, I felt a bit tired and fell asleep under the covers.

The sun set, night fell, and the moon gradually climbed up the branches.

Lawrence finally came back late at night.

I was woken up by the sound of Missy and Lawrence talking.

Although Missy lowered her voice, her naturally loud voice still allowed me to vaguely hear her complaining.

Then, I felt the door open, and Lawrence's tall figure walked in.

I turned my back to him, covered with the blanket, ignoring him.

Even though I couldn't see Lawrence's expression, he stood by the bed, breathing heavily a few times.

He was probably angry at the mess and the broken wedding photos in the room, but he decided to hold it in.

So he didn't lash out immediately.

"Melinda, I know you're not asleep. Get up, let's talk!" Lawrence said softly, but there was still a hint of firmness in his voice.

I sat up, looked at him expressionlessly, and said indifferently, "If you want to talk, fine. First, clean up this place and get rid of the trash on the floor."

I deliberately pointed at the broken wedding photos on the floor, implying that they were trash.

Lawrence's face darkened, and he took a deep breath, quickly calming down, and answered steadily, "Okay!"

Then he started cleaning up.

I watched him clean, like a superior overseeing him from above.

At this moment, I didn't immediately show my sadness and vulnerability because I was a princess spoiled by my parents. After marriage, before knowing the truth, I was also pampered by Lawrence. I had a reason to be angry, so this way, Lawrence wouldn't suspect me.

Lawrence lowered his eyes, hiding his emotions, but they must have been cold.

Because of the glass, no matter how careful he was, he still got hurt, or maybe he did it on purpose.

When he cut his hand, he looked up at me. Afraid he would see my heartache, I quickly avoided his eyes.

Lawrence believed me. His expression relaxed slightly. After cleaning up, he looked at me gently, "It's all cleaned up. Can we talk now?"

"Talk about what? Talk about why you let another woman wear my nightgown? Do you find it exciting?" I retorted sarcastically.

Lawrence frowned, "Do you have to keep holding on to this?"

I looked at him and said, "But what can I do? Just thinking about that nightgown makes me feel uncomfortable all over. I can't help but think that everything in this room, all the clothes in my closet, and the bed I'm lying on might have been touched by that woman.

I'm disgusted. If you really want to talk, show some sincerity. I don't want to stay in this room anymore. Prepare a new room for me."

Lawrence clenched his fists, still holding back.

I enjoyed seeing him like this.

Tormenting him a bit, let me collect some interest first.

He was a patient person and really went to prepare another bedroom.

Missy, being old, had already gone to sleep. Otherwise, with her bad temper, she would have dragged Lawrence down while he was trying to please me.

By the time Lawrence finished preparing the bedroom, I had already turned my back to him and lay down.

He finally realized I was deliberately making things difficult for him.

Lawrence couldn't hold back anymore. He pulled me up to face him closely, "Melinda, are you done? If you don't want to talk, just say so.

But you say it's disgusting that I have a mistress outside. Then where were you last night when you didn't come home? Were you with some lover?"

"Lawrence!"

I was furious, gritting my teeth and calling his name, tears uncontrollably streaming down, "Is this your attitude towards having a good talk? Do you have to insult me like this?

What good does this do you?"

I wasn't actually that sad, more filled with hatred.

Maybe I was truly aggrieved, or maybe I wanted to act well, so I ended up crying.

In the past, whenever I cried, Lawrence's attitude would improve. When I cried, he couldn't help but comfort me, "Don't cry. I was just angry. I really want to have a good talk with you."

After saying that, he probably realized his habitual attitude was also a bit scary, so he lowered his eyes, his brows twitching slightly, feeling a bit annoyed.

A dark light flashed in my eyes.

I didn't expect my acting to be so good, so talented. He probably thought I still had feelings for him and could be easily comforted.

The way I was now, it was like I was constantly tempting him.