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.

Draven was the only

Draven passes away, everyone can bully me

can pretend that it’s not a

I care about

her face and looked at Lamont, who was sitting coldly in a corner

you believe in the,

and indifferent, and he did not

the same as when

his wife for five years, and his attitude toward me has never

me as if I were

on my knees for hours, but I still refuse

gaze stabs my heart so deeply, and the pain

you know better than anyone how I treated Draven these five years.

that Lamont

trust in his

as cold

no point in

parted slightly as he said these words, making Amelie’s straight

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

all the dirty

be around Lamont, as long as he is

all Lamont thinks is that I

was at the side, sneered.