“I raised my husband, and in return he gave me a mistress.”
That this could happen to me, and so early in our marriage, while he pretended to love me all those years.
Did he have a conscience?
My fists clenched as I glared at the fruit knife on the coffee table.
This body wasn’t mine. If I killed them all, the blame would fall on Ethan. Wouldn’t that solve everything?
But what if I was stuck in Ethan’s body forever?
As I fantasized about bloodshed, a sweet scent snapped me back to reality.
Chloe Miller’s grin stretched as wide as her neckline. Seeing so much money laid out, she proudly kissed Ethan’s forehead, showering him with praise.
“My sweet boy, thank Grandma. She loves you so much. Don’t let her down—take the money.”
Chloe looked ready to scoop up the cash with her skirt, her sharp nails digging impatiently into Ethan’s arm.
Even though I was the one inside, Ethan’s pain was still mine.
Clearly, he was nothing more than a pawn to her.
At that realization, I suddenly laughed. A new plan was forming in my mind.
I angrily shoved the money back at Margaret, putting on an innocent, wounded act as I scolded Chloe.