Chapter 2
“Tomorrow’s the weekend,” Charles asked gently, lowering his voice. “Mujin’s off work. Anywhere you’d like to go?”
Barbara smiled. “Anywhere’s fine. But Mujin wants to camp, so we should leave early.”
Charles stood up and instructed the maid to prepare supplies.
Margaret had lost all patience. Flipping to the signature page, she pushed the agreement toward him. “Review this first. Sign if you have no objections.”
“I have things to do,” she added. “I can’t wait forever.”
Charles pressed his lips into a thin line, unmistakable fury darkening his features. “Margaret, you’re certain about this?”
Seeing her give a slight nod with furrowed brows, he scrawled his signature without glancing down, each stroke an act of venting.
“You’ll regret this.”
“What’s that?”
“Little one wouldn’t understand,” Charles instinctively deflected. “Mommy and Daddy are discussing buying some- thing.”
Margaret tilted her head upward. “Daddy, what are you buying? Get one for Aunt Barbara too! She’s always so sweet to me–we shouldn’t play favorites.”
Margaret stifled a sigh at the child’s flawless idiom, choosing not to correct him as she watched him snuggle up to Barbara.
Only things at the same level can be compared.
Perhaps, in Jin’s heart, his mother wasn’t as good as Barbara.
Charles’s slightly furrowed brow eased after hearing Jin’s soft, sweet voice. His gaze drifted to Margaret’s face, then he glanced at Barbara holding the child, and seemed to make up his mind: “Then let’s buy a house next door for Aunt Barbara.”
“No need for that trouble.”
Barbara quickly refused: “Actually, the apartment I rent is quite nice, and Jin can come over to play anytime…”
Hearing this, Charles frowned slightly.
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“Renting and owning a house, how can they be the same?”
“Exactly! Aunt Barbara, please, please! Jin still wants to sleep with you in the future.”
He hugged Barbara’s neck and whined.
Margaret’s heart felt as if clutched by an iron fist, twisting mercilessly until her throat tightened, suffocating her.
She caught the smirk curling Charles’s lips–this was his vengeance served cold.
Margaret could bear no more. Gathering the divorce papers, she clutched her purse and strode toward the villa’s sec- ond floor.
Only when the click of the study door echoed did her soul finally draw breath.
Not long ago, she had dreamed Charles would Marry into the Lewis family. Though a business alliance, they’d feign blissful companionship till old age–a flawless facade for outsiders.
In truth, after turning twenty–eight, Margaret had known no intimacy with Charles.
Just because his unattainable first love returned to the country.
Barbara, the name that lived in Charles’s dreams for years.
They were a couple who started from campus.
Barbara came from a poor family, and she was sent abroad by the parents of her Affluent Heir boyfriend to secure his future and marry into the Lewis family.
After Charles learned the truth, he blamed all of this on Margaret.
Margaret knew nothing about this, only knowing that Charles, whom she had adored since her youth, was about to be- come her groom.
After marriage, she gave her all to love this man, never mentioning to outsiders that he had married into her family, and even when he refused to enter high society, all the pressure fell solely on her shoulders.
Yet each compromise only brought his growing distance.
Only when Barbara returned did she finally understand why.
But the Rivera family needed the Lewis family’s support–he couldn’t, and dared not, file for divorce.
Yet his gaze never strayed from Barbara, and even the child grew closer to her under his influence.
For who knows how long, Mujin hadn’t warmly called her “Mom.”
On Margaret’s fifty–second birthday, she solemnly handed the company reins to Mujin.
Charles sent her to a suburban nursing home, claiming the newlyweds needed space.
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Year after year without visitors, she became the nurses‘ target of abuse during rough shifts.
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Hearing her grandson was born, she dialed home with trembling hands to offer congratulations, only to be told by the maid that the master and mistress were hosting guests at the hotel.
The master and mistress…
Then who was she?
Lost in confusion, she suddenly remembered: three years ago, Barbara had taken control of the Lewis family with Margaret’s help, seizing it completely….
At life’s bitter end, Margaret never saw the husband and child she’d fought for all her life.
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