Chapter 4

"You know what, Alex? I'm relieved that the child I’m carrying isn’t yours. Someone like you doesn’t deserve to be the father of my child!

And you’re right; someone as worthless as you belongs with a person like Esther. You two are a perfect match.

I’m also thankful to be done with this terrible marriage. To hell with you and your family.

I've been treated like a maid by your mother and sister of a wife. You all walked over me as if I wasn't a human being!

But trust me when I day this; I will return to make you pay tenfold for everything your family has done to me. I swear it!" Margaret resolutely stated, her voice charged with determination and a thirst for vengeance.

Unable to withstand her resolve, Alex felt his knees buckle.

He collapsed onto the floor directly in front of Margaret. Precisely, at her feet.

Then Jane approached and stood next to Margaret, saying sarcastically, "Well, well, well... just look at you, groveling at my sister's feet. Exactly where you deserve to be—at her feet.

Someone like you can only be beneath her. So how dare you try to ruin her life?" Jane snapped before turning to leave alongside Margaret.

“Wait, Jane!” Margaret called out to Jane after they had taken a few steps.

Jane glanced at her in confusion but released her grip on her nevertheless.

Margaret returned to Alex and crouched before him while everyone watched in bewilderment and wondered what she was up to.

To everyone’s shock, Margaret raised her hand and slapped Alex hard across the face.

In an uncanny turn, Alex struck his head against the same coffee table that Margaret had previously collided with.

The sharp corner of the table gashed his

forehead, causing blood to flow.

“ALEX!!!”

His mother, sister, and Esther rushed over when they noticed how quickly he was bleeding.

“Margaret! How dare you...!”

Before his mother could complete her sentence, Jane’s hand swiftly slapped her, silencing her.

"That's for the slap your son gave me a while ago because of his filthy mistress. Oh, wait! His soon to be filthy wife!" Margaret spat sarcastically to a seething Ruth.

"And my slap is to shut you up! You bark

too much. Are you a dog?" Jane chimed in as she stared coldly at Ruth, who sat beside her son quietly. Sje knew better than to argue with unreasonable Jane.

The room fell into an eerie hush as Margaret and Jane made their exit.

Just before leaving, Margaret glared at her mother and sister with fierce hostility and proclaimed, “From this day forward, I want nothing to do with either of you. And don’t think you’ll escape my anger. Trust me, I will make you suffer one day!”

After uttering those words, she left the room with Jane, who felt immense pride in her stepsister.

Despite the heavy rain that night, the two sisters made their way out of Westwood

Mansion.

As they exited, Margaret spotted her father and stepmother holding an umbrella, waiting for them.

Tears streamed down her face again as she shook with sobs. Her father and stepmother enveloped her in a warm embrace, offering the comfort that her biological mother and sister had failed to provide.

After pulling back from the hug, her stepmother said, “Don’t cry, my child. While I may not have given birth to you, know that I love you just as much as I love Jane and Luke! Now, hush dear... let’s get you home!” Belinda tenderly reassured Margaret, causing her tears to flow even more.

How could her stepmother show her the love and care that her biological mother had been unable to provide?

“Now stop with the crying, will you? You are a Michaelson, for heaven’s sake! We may not possess the wealth of the Westwood family, but believe me, that jerk and his parents aren’t even true Westwoods.

They’re merely distant relatives of the Westwood family! The true Westwoods would never act like this! It’s time for us to head home!" said Robert Michaelson, to his tearful daughter, Margaret.

While Margaret acknowledged her father's sentiment, she turned to look at the mansion she had cherished for three years

and vowed...

“I will return to make you all pay for the wrongs you’ve done against me! Mark my words. This is a promise from me, Margaret Michaelson!”

With those final remarks, she got into the car alongside her father and stepmother, while Jane got into her yellow sports car by herself and drove off as she followed them with a satisfying smile.