Arianne combed through her thoughts for a second before concluding, “I don’t think Melanie did it. That wasn’t the first time Melanie and Tiffie were ever alone together—if harming Tiffie had always been her goal, then she would have done it long before our wedding day, right? Let’s just… ask Tiffie what really went down later when we see her.”Smore did not understand his parents’ conversation. He just wanted to visit the hospital as soon as possible, so he started wolfing and slurping down his food. Unthinkably, instead of chiding the child for his bad dinner behavior, Mark merely laughed.Arianne rolled her eyes. “If I ate like that in the past, you’d smite me in the head with a ladle or something! I call this the TDS—Tremont Double Standard!”Mark laughed even harder. “I did not hit you; that’s not true, that’s bunkum! I’ve never raised you like my daughter—I certainly never parented you like you were my daughter. The only difference between us is that I’m ten years your senior.
Arianne’s heart sank. The only reason why Tiffany could keep this promise she made with Melanie was because she thought her baby was okay. Should she know that the baby had not left critical condition, Tiffany’s charitable attitude might crack.“Okay, I got you. I’m not gonna tell anyone about it. God, Melanie’s also a victim, isn’t she? I mean, she and Alejandro’s relationship might be… affable, but it doesn’t mean he loves her. And Melanie knows it," Arianne remarked. “And her brother has doomed her with this. Alejandro’s wary nature will compel him to treat this incident as anything but an ‘accident’. I’ve got a bad feeling that the relationship between Melanie and Alejandro is unraveling.”The injustice Melanie suffered aggrieved Tiffany. “That sh*tbag can’t even see how good a wife she has been to him! Goddammit, does he even have half a brain?! But as long as I keep this a secret, their relationship will be safe, right? I mean, how is he supposed to blame it on Melanie without
Footsteps neared the door. Melissa was quick to recognize it as her father’s and sprung toward its direction in childlike blithe. Her tiny stature made it impossible for the kid to reach the doorknob, though it did not matter, as a second later, the door cracked open softly from outside, as though whoever was coming in predicted the little girl’s presence to stand behind it.Seeing little Millie, Alejandro bent down and carried the girl in his arms. “C’mon, standing behind the door again? You know someone might hit you with the door one day, and that’s not very nice, is it? Next time, stand farther away from the door, okay?” he admonished kindly. “Anyway, go play with your toys downstairs. Daddy needs to talk to Mommy for a bit, okay?”Melissa mimicked Melanie sniffling. “Daddy, Mommy cry, sniff-sniff, argh-argh…”Alejandro shot Melanie a complicated, indecipherable look and handed Melissa to her nanny.Alejandro closed the door and faced Melanie, who stood before the window twiddl
Nikolai interjected before Melanie could finish her sentence, “Oh yeah? Is there something I should be afraid of? What, you mean Alejandro Smith? I, a big brother, am here to see my sister. What’s wrong with that, hmm? Besides… I watched him leave with my own eyes. Here, take your phone. I’m only here to return it. Leaving it with me is a bad, bad idea; it invites troubles, I know. That Alejandro called you, you know, but I didn’t answer it and I shut it down completely. He must have asked you about that, right? And I trust that you didn’t tell him anything?”Melanie snatched the phone from him and slipped it into her handbag. “Please go, now. And don’t come for me anymore!”Nikolai lit a cigarette nonchalantly. “Pfft. I warned you, Melanie. But you just had to bring this onto yourself, huh? With Tiffany Lane still alive, the cat will jump out of the bag any time now,” he murmured. “Be decent and recognize that the blame is all yours. The last thing I want is you dragging our family
When a grown-up breaks down, they bawl. Their emotions erupt out of them in a split-second.Melanie could not even spare enough mind to the fact that her daughter was standing right next to her—she dropped to her soles into a pitiful crouch and bawled, howling in grief and agony, all the while a part of her reminded herself that she had not wanted to cry at all.In the late evening, Melanie prepared a sumptuous meal for the family and texted Alejandro, telling him to come home for dinner.She had already finalized her divorce agreement; Melissa’s custody would go to Alejandro, since Melanie did not know if she would have a destination to go or an abode to stay. It would be fine—Alejandro had always treated her daughter with utmost love and care. He could be bad to the entire world, but he would never be so to his kid. Letting Alejandro raise Melissa was not a bad choice at all.The clock was close to nine at night. The food was losing their last remnant of warmth. It was then that
Tiffany received Melanie’s text.She instantly sat up from her bed, ignoring the ensuing protests of pain all over her body. “That dumbass Alejandro is serious about divorcing Melanie! For real! What the f—?!”Jackson, who was sitting by her bedside, shoved a freshly-peeled apple into Tiffany’s hand. “The hell do you care about someone else’s marriage? What, your body’s suddenly not hurting anymore?”She frowned, her eyebrows knitting tightly. “No, no, it’s just that… Alejandro must have divorced her because he thought Melanie was the one who pushed me, b-but it wasn’t her at all! Melanie’s a sweetheart through and through; for Christ’s sake, we are frickin’ besties! Oh God, oh my God… What about Millie, huh? Poor girl is still so young…”Jackson cocked an eyebrow. “Seriously? You’re seriously worrying about some other guy’s marriage right in my face—aren’t you at least worried that I might be jealous? Babe, Alejandro didn’t ask for your input before he decided to divorce Melanie.
Granted, Tiffany knew she was in the wrong. “Urgh! I knew telling you would only complicate things… Look at me, hey! I’m fine, aren’t it? Isn’t that good enough? Besides, Melanie suffered enough already, don’cha think? I get that her brother’s the perp and that means she’s somewhat connected to this whole thing, but she’s innocent, you know? So can we please, please-please-please, just drop this?”Jackson’s eyes reddened in furious frenzy. “Even if she deserves pity, so what? Does that mean our daughter doesn’t?! Our little angel can’t even leave her incubator!” he bristled. “You chill the eff out, Tiffie. I know who wronged us. I know Melanie isn’t one of those bastards and I’m not the type to drag an innocent person into my revenge. But those real culprits—those mother**kers are gonna pay for what they f**king did! I have no qualms leaving Melanie out of this since her brother was the one who pushed you, but that’s all. The rest of the Larks have got hell to pay, and come hell or hi
Mrs. Lark came to the Capital from Ayashe the very next day. Alejandro was not at home, leaving only Melanie, along with her daughter, waiting by the entrance to greet her.Melanie could tell what awaited, yet a large part of her refused to believe it or accept it as reality. How could she, when she remembered how vehemently her mother had objected to her daughter marrying a disabled man? She would not have cared so much if she saw Melanie as a mere pawn, right?But then Melanie watched how fury oozed from every movement her mother made since disembarking from her car, and her heart sank. Fear began to claim her, and she stumbled a few steps back from the incoming presence. “Mom, I…”Mrs. Lark scowled with daggers in her eyes. “Don’t you dare! I am not your mother… I don’t recall having a selfish excuse as my daughter!”Selfish?!At that moment, Melanie felt every drop of blood in her body gel. It was early summer, yet she felt cold, nipping steel in her veins.“Me… selfish? Did