Early the next morning, Max began his performance. He seized every opportunity to express his remorse, admit his mistakes, inquire about my well-being, and maintained a humble and persistent demeanor.To be honest, I deeply admire men like Max - flexible, resilient, and unwavering.A man who hadn't cooked a meal since his wedding got up early to prepare breakfast for me. There was a wide spread of dishes laid out on the table.I was genuinely disgusted. I didn't even glance at it and said coldly, "You don't have to do these things."Max's mother, a typical ignorant tradwife, couldn't understand that her son was stooping to conquer, biding his time, and feigning affection in order to gain forgiveness. She thought it was unnecessary for her son to humble himself in front of me. Who am I? After the divorce, I would be a depreciated secondhand item, and I certainly would not dare to divorce her son.Seeing me not even look at the breakfast her son had worked hard on for an hour or two
The villas here are cottage-style houses, each with its own small garden. When my mother was alive, she filled the garden with climbing roses. When the flowers bloomed, the roses would cover the walls, creating a beautiful sight in an instant.After getting married, Max was concerned that I might feel melancholic seeing these things and suggested that we move out. So, we decided to buy the spacious 300-square-meter apartment where we currently live.As I stepped out of the car, a luxurious car drove past the corner.With the window partially open, I caught a glimpse of the stern and cold face of the man in the driver's seat within seconds.Strange, why was Luke here?Although I wasn't close to Luke, whenever he visited our house to discuss matters with my dad, my dad would often insist that Luke stay for dinner before heading home. He would say that it was a long journey for him to travel on an empty stomach, implying that he didn't live nearby.So, what was he doing here?As I
”Almost killed you?” Steven looked puzzled. "Miss Middleton, what are you saying?""Are you sure this person named Cindy is Max's mistress?"Steven replied calmly, "I can't guarantee it's one hundred percent certain, but I'm ninety-five percent sure."Wendy mentioned that Steven was a well-known private detective in Johnsonville. He was skilled and resourceful, and his team usually handled cases for the wealthy. They were so popular that they had a waiting list. It was common knowledge in the industry that Steven charged high fees, but his professional skills justified the cost. If Steven was ninety percent sure about something, then it was almost a certainty.I couldn't help but sneer, feeling a chill run down my spine.So, she had tried to kill me!Clutching the call records in my hand, I tried to keep my voice calm. "About six months ago, I met Cindy once.""I was six months pregnant at the time, and according to the doctor's instructions, I had to go for prenatal screening a
After making that statement, I called my husband, Max, on the phone and urgently said, "Honey, please help me call the police. I need to go to the hospital right away. My stomach is in a lot of pain, and I'm really worried about the baby..."In that moment, I was sweating profusely from the pain and didn't realize that Max was silent on the other end of the line while I was speaking to the person responsible for the accident.Despite my dislike for her, I got into Cindy's car and allowed her to drive me to the hospital. I couldn't risk the safety of my baby.During the car ride, Cindy asked me, "You're pretty far along, about five or six months pregnant, right? Why didn't your husband take you to the hospital? Does he really love you? What's the purpose of your marriage?"At the time, I was naive and simply thought she was a reckless and rude woman. Looking back, it's clear that she was intentionally trying to provoke me!Upon arriving at the hospital, Max joined us shortly after.
"Miss Middleton, life is not like a novel. Those privileged children from wealthy families, who have witnessed the deception and rivalry in aristocratic circles, are far from innocent. Cindy comes from such a background. In marriages like hers, personal decisions are often overridden. Max may not even come close to reaching the level of the Lansworth family even in a decade. Doesn't Cindy realize that?"Indeed, the daughter of Devon Electronics and a self-made man from humble beginnings were completely different worlds. The beautiful love stories between a wealthy heiress and a poor commoner only exist in novels. In real life, most relationships consider social status and financial gain."While I don't have concrete evidence yet, my intuition tells me that Cindy's target is you, not Max," Steven chuckled. "From my perspective, Cindy wouldn't be so foolish. Whether she fell head over heels for Max or just wanted to have some fun, if she truly wanted him, she could pressure him to divo
I pursed my lips and said, "I'll take your advice and be more careful."Steven stood up and said, "I'll update you as soon as I have news.""Okay."With swift movements, Steven grabbed his toolbox and left my house. Once he was gone, the room fell silent. I looked up at the bookshelves covering the wall and followed them up to the high ceiling where a skylight let in the morning sunlight, casting dust motes dancing in its beams. Suddenly, my life felt very uncertain.At that moment, Wendy called, asking if I had met with Steven and how our conversation went."He seems trustworthy, but maybe a bit imaginative.""What do you mean?" Wendy asked. "What did he speculate?"I told Wendy about Steven's investigation into Cindy's identity and his speculations.After hearing me out, Wendy asked, "Jen, are you absolutely sure you don't know Cindy? Think carefully. Have you ever encountered her in your life? According to Steven's logic, this woman must harbor intense resentment toward you
To avoid any meddling from his overbearing mother, Max decided to purchase a bus ticket for her the following day. He accompanied her to the bus station, bidding her farewell.With the presence of the unpleasant person out of the house, the atmosphere became noticeably more refreshing.Meanwhile, I prepared a cup of warm milk for myself and put on my headphones. I then launched the app that Teacher Wendy had recommended to me, allowing me to discreetly listen in on the device hidden in Max's car.The conversation between Max and his mother during their car ride proved to be quite intriguing. Concerned, Max's mom inquired, "Max, now that I'm leaving, who will keep an eye on that despicable woman? What if she tries something while you're at work?""Don't worry, Mom. I have everything under control. I've installed cameras at home, enabling me to monitor her every move," Max reassured her.He must have shown his mother the live feed from the surveillance cameras on his phone, saying,
"Huh?""So, that's why I need to get Jen's inheritance. Then I'll have the confidence to meet Cindy's parents."Ha... using the money my parents left me as a facade to impress the mistress's family? Is that what you're scheming, Max? You shameless jerk! Fat chance!After that, they didn't discuss anything important.Not long after, Steven messaged me a location.It was a place called Asta Residence.A well-known luxury community in Johnsonville, where the average price is a hundred grand. You need either proof of substantial funds or elite status to even be considered for a chance to buy there.Steven sent a photo: Max was helping Annie with her luggage from the basement to the elevator.Steven: They're going to the sixteenth floor. It's one apartment per floor in this community.Me: Got it.Steven: I'll arrange for someone to keep watch, but since you caught Max cheating, he'll probably behave for a while. Miss Jen, don't rush.Me: I'm not rushing. I have plenty of time to