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.

Byron family, Draven was the only one who was

everyone

can pretend that it’s not

only one I care

face and looked at Lamont, who was sitting coldly

in

were cold and indifferent, and he

the same as when

five years, and his attitude

as if I were a stranger to

hours, but I still refuse to

his gaze stabs my heart so deeply, and the pain

than anyone how I treated Draven these five years. How could I

then that

was no trust in his eyes,

eyes were as cold as

no point in

as he said these

Byron family had plenty of money, yet they didn’t even

all the dirty work.

Lamont, as long as he is happy, then I’m

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

who was at

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