Sheila’s POV
"I will happily choose Sheila over and over again instead of your precious daughter, Stevenson. SHEILA IS MY WIFE; deal with it!"Hearing these words made my heart race. Was it from disbelief? Excitement? Happiness? I couldn't tell for sure.Did Andrew really mean what he said? I had never been told that I was better than Phoebe. Growing up, I always put myself second to Phoebe because she was often praised as the golden child, while I was often reminded that I was just a mistake, born from an affair.Other than my mother, someone actually prefer me over Phoebe?"Come in, Anna. I really need that cup of coffee right now."Andrew's words brought me back to reality when I realized he had mistaken me for Anna. I thought about running away, but my feet wouldn't move.Just as I was about to flee, I turned and saw Anna behind me with a cup of coffee, looking confused about why I was just standing at the door of AnStevenson’s POV"That bastard! He had the guts to hang up on me!"I grabbed the nearest thing on my desk, a glass artifact, and threw it at the door in anger. How could that jerk talk to me so condescendingly!"Oh goodness, darling, you almost hit me!"I turned and saw Fiona at the door. She looked at the broken glass on the ground, carefully stepping around it before coming into my study."Sorry, my dear. I hope you weren't hurt?" I asked, concerned that my outburst might have injured her."I'm fine, darling. What's the problem? What got you so worked up?" she asked, sitting down. I took a deep breath and sat down to explain."It's Andrew Walker. That bastard raised his voice at me when I told him to divorce Sheila and marry Phoebe. Can you imagine? Doesn't he realize I'm doing him a huge favor by offering Phoebe to him?""Calm down, darling. What exactly did he say?" Fiona asked calmly.I sighed. "I told him Phoebe was supposed to be his bride, not Sheila, and that he should divorce
Sheila's POV I got out of the car and stared at the house I once called home, but it never felt like home. Memories of how badly I was treated here threatened to flood my mind, but I pushed them aside and took a deep breath. "You can do this, Sheila," I muttered to myself as I stood on the front porch of my father's house, my hand hovering over the doorbell. "Is everything alright, Mistress?" Alfred asked. I cleared my throat and turned to him. "I'm fine. Just wait in the car with the guards. I won't take long." "Okay, Mistress." I took another deep breath, adjusted my clothes, and rang the bell. Within a short while, the front door opened and I saw Gia. "Sheila! It's you," she said excitedly and rushed to hug me. I smiled at her. "How are you doing, Gia?" Gia was one of the few maids who was willing to talk to me when I was still living with my father. We weren't really close friends, but she was friendly toward me, which was enough. "I'm really not doing so great.
Sheila's POVI closed my eyes, waiting for the impact of the slap. I had long grown too accustomed to Fiona's punishments and slaps that I didn't even bother to avoid it. However, it never came."Who are you? Get your hands off me!" Fiona yelled angrily.I opened my eyes and saw Alfred standing in front of me, firmly holding Fiona's hand as she struggled to break free."Are you okay, Mistress?" Alfred asked.I nodded. "Yes, I'm fine."Only then did he roughly release Fiona's hand and glare at her. "The next time you try to lay a finger on my Mistress, you will have more to worry about than your hand."I never expected Alfred to sound so cold toward Fiona. He had always been respectful towards me, but this was the first time I was seeing this side of him.Fiona's eyes flashed with fear, but she quickly hid her emotion. "And who the hell are you to barge into my house like that?""I'm Alfred, Mr. Walker's butler. I have been assigned to protect my Mistress from any sort of miscreants,"
Andrew's POVWeeks passed smoothly. The police continued their investigation on Sheila's attack, while Dante was still in a coma, heavily guarded by my security men.The police informed me they wanted to release my guards and the kitchen staff since they had no evidence to keep detaining them. Although I was disappointed with the police for not finding out who Dante's girlfriend was, I decided to let them go after James told me to, explaining that detaining all of them in the station wouldn't be much of a help for the investigation.Sheila was always at home, and ever since she returned from her parent's house, she seemed a bit distant and quiet, unlike her usual outspoken self.I was in a business meeting when my phone vibrated. I saw it was my father calling. After the meeting, I returned to my office and called him back."Hello, Father. I saw your call during an important business meeting.""That's okay. You need to come to the family house tonight. Your grandparents are hosting a
Sheila's POVAs I sat in the car with Andrew, I couldn't help but steal glances at him. He looked very handsome in his black and gold tuxedo, which looked specially made for him. His hair was neatly styled, and he had this impeccable charm that was kind of hard to ignore.He was busy with his phone, but twice I caught him staring at me, making it a bit awkward when we both caught each other staring.After he finished with his phone, he turned to me. "This will be your first time meeting my family, so I want to give you a heads up. My grandparents are easy to get along with, but not to be taken lightly. My mother and sister are out of the country, and my father isn't very fond of you, but he won't disrespect or be rude to you.""Other relatives will be there, but you don't need to worry about them. Just stay close to me and be yourself, and everything will be fine."I took a deep breath and tried to stay calm. It felt like I was being sent to meet sharks but being told they wouldn't bi
Andrew's POVWhat exactly was Gwen up to? Why would she ask Sheila such a question?"Gwen, this isn't the right time for that question, but if you must know, I—""Oh come on, brother, she has a mouth and can speak for herself. Why doesn't she answer the question?" Gwen interrupted, looking at Sheila.Sheila squeezed my hand under the table and smiled at me, indicating she could handle it.Turning to Gwen, Sheila replied, "You're right, Gwen. I wasn't Andrew's type when we first met, but I showed him that our love could grow stronger if we wanted it to. Today, I can proudly call him my husband, right honey?""Yes, my love," I replied and kissed her hand again. Why did I keep doing that? The first time she touched my chest, it felt wonderful, and I didn't want her to move her hand. Kissing her hand felt so natural, and I found myself doing it repeatedly, and enjoying it."Enough, Gwen," grandmother interjected firmly, halting Gwen's disrespectful attitude and disdainful glances towards
Sheila's POV All eyes were on me as I watched Gwen sneering at me. I knew her song was about me, but it made me wonder if Andrew had someone else he loved before he married me. I had never asked him about it. Someone like him probably wasn't single before he married me, right? Did he have a lover before he married me? Did that mean everything he told my father at the study were just lies? Was I just a cover for him to see his supposed lover? Were he and his lover plotting to kill me? So many thoughts were running through my mind as I wasn't sure what to believe anymore. I didn't even notice when someone grabbed my hand, making me gasp. “Don’t read too much into what Gwen just sang, my dear. Trust me, she does more than this to people she doesn't like.” I turned and saw Andrew's grandmother smiling warmly at me. “I-” I didn't know what to say as I looked at her with a confused expression. “Come on, let's get out of here. Walk with me to the gardens.” His grandmother
Andrew's POVAt the study……“What do you want us to talk about, Father? I need to go back there and make sure Sheila is fine. I swear I will make Gwen—”“Shut up and sit down!” my father roared angrily while my grandfather sat on his chair, staring at both of us.Why was my father so upset all of a sudden? What was going on?“I can no longer sit still and watch all this happening right before my eyes. Is something wrong with you, Andrew?” my father asked furiously.“What are you talking about, Father? I don't understand.”“That Sheila girl! Your mother told me she looked so much like Evelyn, but I refused to believe it because I wanted nothing to do with your wife, only to see that she is the exact replica of Evelyn! Did you make her undergo plastic surgery to look like your comatose wife?” my father questioned.“What! I would never do such a thing. Why would I want someone to undergo surgery to look like E