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.

was the only one who was

away, everyone can bully me

can pretend that

care about

looked at Lamont, who was sitting coldly in a corner of

in

and he did not even

the same as when we first

for five years, and his attitude toward me has never changed.

treats me as if I were a stranger to him.

been on my knees for hours, but I still refuse to

deeply, and

know better than anyone how I treated Draven these five years. How could I possibly kill

only then that Lamont looked at her.

no trust in his eyes, not even the slightest

eyes were as cold as

point in quibbling.”

as he said these words, making Amelie’s straight

thought, Draven was bedridden, and I took care of him by myself. The Byron family

did all the dirty

long as I can be around Lamont, as long as he is happy, then I’m happy as

I’m slandered, all Lamont thinks is

who was at the side,