The Woman From Hell

I pretended to look at Theo without a care when in reality, my heart was tightly wound. If he did not stand on my side, then I thought I would lose my last slither of hope. Even if everyone in the world found it unfair and cursed Theo on my behalf, I would still have to admit that I still had feelings for him and that I was still attached to him.

I could not tell what Theo was thinking exactly. Was his love for me no longer like it used to be? Otherwise, how could he not care for my feelings and do something like this? Even then, how could it explain his burning eyes and his oh-so-many considerate actions?

I was not a magnanimous person. I could not stand my husband still interacting with me as if nothing had happened after having an affair with another woman.

I was trying to keep my sanity even as the emotions in my heart clamored with longing.

I was thinking that I might hesitate a little if Theo had a reasonable solution.

If he did not and continued to be entangled with Delia, then I would definitely get myself to forget this failed marriage completely.

I noted Delia's terrified gaze and could not stop the corners of my mouth from curling up into a mocking smile.

Did the man she try so hard to steal make her so uneasy? It made sense. She was really greedy if she expected to lock Theo up without having any emotional foundation with him. Theo remained silent. His eyes had never left mine since the start, which made my heart beat gradually faster.

"I believe Delia. She wouldn't have done such a thing."

I almost suspected that there was something wrong with my own ears. Did Theo know what he was talking about? Was he joking?

Delia smiled, her red lips were pulled up high as her gaze became bold and smug. She smiled at me at an angle that evaded Theo's notice before speaking very weakly. "President Grant, thank you for being willing to believe me."

intense chill shot through my entire body from the soles of my feet. I turned cold

Let's

looked very obviously panicked and immediately

I smiled with despair.

Delia yet don't want to get a divorce. Just what do you

these two matters. I really didn't do anything back then, so please stop arguing with President Grant alright? I

something like this happen."

took a few steps

become a vexatious, inconsiderate,

switched

mistress who destroyed other

a pitiful individual who made

Delia and was still

baby, alright? I'll take care of her until the

then? What should she do after the

said nothing, and she still looked

to either take the child away

not satisfied with this arrangement. I did not want to support a child who was not mine, but there was no