Turning Of the Tide by Diana Sander

Chapter 7

A three–story white exotic–style villa with full glass windows caught Natalie’s eye. Right away, one could see the spacious and bright living room within.

There was a circular extended balcony on the second floor, which seemed to be connected to the master bedroom. On the third floor was another circular balcony large enough to contain several people for a barbeque.

Looking around, Natalie found that the other houses in the area were built similarly. It seemed to be the standard in this community.

As Natalie and Jim passed through the door, Nell, who was working busily in the kitchen, came out slowly and greeted flatly while eyeing Natalie up and down. “Mrs. Wilson.”

She had disdain for Natalie in her heart. “As expected, she was as what Mrs. Rachel Wilson said. She had nothing to bring to the table. Her outfit is cheap,” she thought.

Nell was Theo Wilson’s servant at Wilson’s old residence. Worrying that Trevon wouldn’t take good care of Natalie, Theo chose a servant to take care of them. However, Trevon Wilson’s mother, Rachel Wilson, successfully bribed Nell before the

latter came over.

The servants in the wealthy aristocratic households learned to be crafty. Someone like Nell, who had been with the Wilson family for decades, was used to judging people based on their mannerisms and as a result, providing differential treatment.

From the day they got the marriage license, Rachel Wilson was unhappy about the marriage. However, there was nothing she could do since it was arranged by Theo Wilson, the head and decision–maker of the Wilson family.

Nell also heard that Trevon didn’t like Natalie, so she became even more reckless.

Jim Hawk said respectfully, “Mrs. Wilson, this is Nell. She will take care of you in the future. I have some business to attend to at the company so I will leave first. If you need anything, you can call me.”

“Okay, thank you for your help today, Mr. Hawk,” said Natalie politely. She believed in reciprocating respect, giving three times what she received. Respect was mutual,

Just as Jim Hawk left, Nell began to act up. “Mrs. Wilson, I have something to attend to at home today and need to take leave. As for your lunch and dinner, please take care of it yourself,” her tone carried a hint of sarcasm. She was not asking for permission to take leave but notifying her of her decision.

Rachel Wilson told her that Trevon didn’t like his new wife, who came out of the blue, and they would divorce in a few months. She does not have to take good care of Natalie and just has to put up a pretense in front of Theo Wilson. Trevon would not be sharing a room with her either.

After the pep talk from Rachel, Nell firmly believed that Natalie would not be Mrs. Wilson of the Wilson family for long, and she had nothing to worry about.

“Okay, do as you please.” With that, Natalie went upstairs to organize her things.

her to become a spoiled and helpless person. He taught her how to take care of herself and to

live well in the future and don’t need to do things yourself, not knowing how to do them is different from not having to do them. It’ll never

as she thought of Barron’s words.

luggage. She then headed to the guest room She noticed that there were two other guest rooms on the second floor when she

Chapter 7

share a room with her even though she had carried hopes of trying to make things work out. She didn’t want to get divorced, but she was not the type to force someone to do something they didn’t want

like her.

stronger before dealing with matters of the heart. “Take things one step at a time. I

daily necessities. She wanted to cook, but unfortunately, the fridge was empty. Not to mention that no fruits were prepared. There wasn’t toilet paper in the bathroom either.

medical books in her hand. The whole space was filled with a pungent smell.

two buttons on his shirt, and his skin peeked out as

my newlywed husband?” thought

with a cold gaze as if searching for something. Finally, he set his eyes on

realized that Trevon was searching for the source of the stench. She didn’t know he was

today and thought of getting a durian to cheer herself up. But who knew

under someone else’s roof. “Sorry, I’ll take it away now. I

the windows in the villa. He couldn’t stand the smell. It was like

smoking a cigarette. After taking a

commanding, leaving no room for negotiation.

saw the bold words on the paper handed to her. She laughed self- deprecatingly. It was a premarital

was no telling who she was laughing at.

about her

rush to protect their assets. The agreement was dated a

premarital agreement to prevent Natalie from having extravagant expectations.

paper that contained everything, but all of it was targeted at her.

divorce procedures. This villa would belong to Natalie while all other assets of the Wilson family would be unrelated to her. In

suffered.

million dollars! Why don’t you