In a Love Nest with the Aloof CEO

Covering her face with both hands, Miranda whined, “I don’t even have a single shred of dignity left now. Everyone looks at me as though I’m a leper when I go out to buy groceries, all shying away from me and condemning me for committing murder when I failed to steal the man.”

“Is that not the truth? Oh, that doesn’t seem to be the case. The narrative should be you committing murder in a fit of rage after your man was stolen by someone else. But no matter what it is, it’s still a fact that you killed someone, and a murderer will never be able to hold her head up for the rest of her life. You know what? I was actually dreaming of going into the military or becoming a civil servant back then, but it required a spotless family background. You should feel guilty toward me,” Skylar drawled.

“I didn’t kill her! Why won’t they just give me an opportunity to start over?” Miranda’s voice rose a few decibels.

Having finally railroaded her into speaking the truth, Skylar immediately grasped onto that to get to the bottom of things. “Do you think it’s worth having taken the blame for Thomas Jones? Although I have no idea what exactly happened between the two of you, he has been living the high life all these years. Irene spends millions a year just for her beauty treatments, and she has people fawning all over her whenever she goes out. In short, she’s the envy of all women. And what about you? You were doing time and ended up in such a sorry state,” she mocked.

Those words of hers were a sharp blade that stabbed Miranda right in the chest.

looked down upon him, so she uttered a lot of unsavory remarks to his face, including how he wasn’t a

matter. Oh my God, she was too foolish to have staked her youth just for a promise Thomas Jones never had any intention of

some hardships after his easy life all these years. Have him walk in your shoes and travel the path you once took, spending his twilight years in prison!” Skylar’s gaze was flinty without a hint

even putting on her shoes. “No, you can’t do that, Skylar! It’s been so many years, and he’s your father at the end of the day. You can’t be so

keeps harping on the fact that he’s my father!

snot staining her face while

into the victim. I’ll have to publish a long and eloquent post on Twitter, playing it up for sympathy! But then again,