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.

Byron family, Draven was the

passes away, everyone can bully me without

I can pretend that it’s

only one I care

looked at Lamont, who was sitting coldly in a

in the,

indifferent, and he did not even glance at Amelie.

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

wife for five years, and his attitude toward

if I were a stranger to him.

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

deeply, and the pain is killing me.

how I treated Draven these five years. How could

that

was no trust in his eyes, not even the slightest

as cold as ever.

no point in quibbling.”

as he said these words, making Amelie’s

of him by myself. The Byron family had plenty of money, yet they didn’t even want to get him a

all the dirty work.

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

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

who was at the