The Return of the Disguised Princess

Chapter 1

Draven Byron’s funeral had just ended.

Amelie stood in the rain by Draven’s gravestone. She didn’t hold an umbrella, and the rain ran down her hair, salty and bitter.

“Amelie, you killed Draven. The proof is concrete. Stop being a phony and crying.”

Leila Aylward, who could barely be regarded as a distant relative of the Byron family, looked sad.

A servant held the umbrella for her while she pointed at Amelie and shouted.

Amelie sneered and did not answer.

Macey Aylward slowly approached and slapped Amelie on the face.

“Draven’s medicine was changed. You were the only one who went to his bedroom before he died. What do you have to say?”

The rain fell on Amelie’s red and swollen cheek, making her even more painful. Yet she simply glanced coldly at Macey, her eyes ice–cold. She didn’t bother to explain at all.

“I didn’t kill Draven.”

Amelie thought, I have been married to Lamont for five years. During the whole time, I have done nothing but dedicate myself. However, the Byron family still loathes me.

Macey, my mother–in–law, is one of the people who hate me the most. She wants Leila, her niece, to give birth to a baby for Lamont, and then she can righteously kick me out of the Byron family. In her eyes, I am so lowly.

the only one who was nice to me.

that Draven passes away, everyone

I can put up with it. I can pretend that it’s not a big

only one I care about is

at Lamont, who was sitting coldly in a corner of the room.

in

he did

thought, his handsome face is the same as when we first met, and it is

and his attitude toward me has

treats me as if I were a stranger to him.

knees for hours, but I

heart so deeply, and

I treated Draven these five years. How could I

was only then that Lamont looked at

was no trust in his eyes, not even the slightest sympathy.

eyes were as cold as ever.

no point in quibbling.”

said these words, making Amelie’s

I took care of him by myself. The Byron family had plenty of money, yet they didn’t even want

did all the

long as I can be around Lamont, as long as he is

is dead, and I’m slandered, all Lamont thinks is that I am quibbling?

at the