The Woman From Hell

I fell into deep thought after Delia left.

A myriad of emotions gradually emerged in my heart, permeating my entire body.

I was not aggrieved, and neither was I tired.

Also, Delia's face was so similar to my best friend, Cecilia's, that oftentimes I felt dazed when I looked at her.

It was also because she looked like Cecilia that I treated her more gently and with consideration back then. I had truly regarded her as a good friend and did not expect things to become like this. It felt like I was talking to the late Cecilia every time I talked to Delia.

I could not help but feel heartbroken when I thought of how I would have to argue with this face in the future.

What should I do to get used to it?

I thought to myself that I might only be able to keep thinking of her as Delia in my heart.

Everything that Delia had done, the late Cecilia definitely would not have. Delia was a calculative mistress, and Cecilia would have loathed her just based on this point.

She was an upright person and despised women like Delia the most. They were two different people to begin with. I must not be more tolerant of her just because she looked the same as Cecilia. After I was done packing up the things at night, I slept in the bedroom peacefully.

I fell into a deep sleep after being busy the entire day and was not sure when Theo returned. I did not know when he went into the study either.

The next morning, Caroline came and called me down for breakfast.

I did not see Theo and was more or less still a little disappointed.

"Madam, this is your favorite shrimp soup."

"Thank you."

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sure you don't want me to have a

up and happened to meet Delia's

just thought it ridiculous. "You're only just living in the guest room now. Are you already starting

you talking about? I didn't mean

Theo bought these shrimps especially for me. They're not for

she was naturally on

got angry

dissatisfaction. "I'm still pregnanty

with F

President Grant's child?.

you

you want to do

"Yes."

she got to eat this shrimp soup would not affect the

she threw the plates on the

porcelain plates fell to the

throwing a

defending my rights. I'm pregnant now and have the right to do anything. You, Wanda, have

up and stared at her

have the right. I'm Theo's wife, the lady

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