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 nice

away, everyone can bully me without scruples.

up with it. I can pretend that it’s

I care

at Lamont, who was sitting coldly

in

indifferent, and he

is the same as when we

wife for five years, and his attitude toward me has

if I were a stranger to

been on my knees for hours,

heart so deeply, and

I treated Draven these five

only then that Lamont looked at

no trust in his eyes,

as cold as ever.

no point in

as he said these words, making Amelie’s straight spine tremble.

family had plenty of money,

the dirty work.

long as he is happy, then I’m happy

slandered, all Lamont thinks is that I

who was at

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