The Woman From Hell

Chapter 4

the reception room,” I insisted when I opened my eyes again. Theo sneered and pushed me away. He said sternly, “Wanda Lane, do you think that the Grant family belongs to you just because you bear the title of Mrs. Grant? You are not worthy!” His sharp words were disheartening as if they were cold water splashed at me. I took a step back and helplessly watched as Theo carried Cindy into the bathroom. He was right. This place belonged to the Grant family and not to me. Theo opened the wardrobe and took out an unworn set of clothes. He handed it to her and said softly, “Quickly take a hot bath. You might catch a cold later.” “Theo, it is not that I do not want to wear Wanda’s clothes. But you know that I have some skin allergies, so I can only wear custom-made clothes.” Cindy held the clothes and said with a troubled expression. “Do you mean the custom-made ones from Eastpeak? I will go get them immediately.” Theo walked out after saying that. “Theowy, I feel so dizzy all of a sudden.” Cindy held her forehead and fell into his embrace. Theo held her in his arms and looked up to see that I was still standing there. He coldly said, “Go to Eastpeak and get some clothes for Cindy.” His tone was direct and stern, not taking no for an answer. There was still a thunderstorm outside. He only cared about Cindy, and he never thought that I would have to brave the rain too. Looking at Theo’s condescending expression, I did not know how to tell him that the thunderstorm outside had halted the taxi services. It was not safe for a woman like me to drive alone from the West City to the East City in a storm. I knew that he did not care about this at all. All he cared about was that Cindy gets her custom-made clothes. I swallowed the bitterness in me and headed out. They said that love is cruel, and whoever fell in love first would lose. The first time I saw Theo, I had already fallen in love with him. I was fated to bow to him in our relationship. The rain was pouring heavily, and the sky was as dark as my mood. I could only see less than five meters ahead of me and had to rely on my senses to drive the car in such conditions. Fortunately, there was no one on the street, nor was there a single car. When I returned to my office with the clothes two hours later, Cindy was sitting on the sofa