The bottle of sleeping pills shattered on the floor, its contents scattered everywhere.
Behind me, Rhea Winslet ran out crying in a nightgown.
Justin held back his fury and then threw a diagnosis report at me.
"Rhea was diagnosed with a terminal illness abroad. She has less than three months left. I don’t trust anyone else to care for her except you."
"I promise, just three months. After one hundred days, you’ll still be the only lady of the Harlow Family."
"My only wife, in this lifetime."
He thought I was clueless about Rhea faking her illness.
Well, I didn’t bother to expose her either.
If he wanted a stage to perform, then I would play along until the very end.
Wiping away my unshed tears, I curved my lips into a faint smile.
"All right. I'll do that."
After a sleepless night, dawn broke. Justin finally coaxed Rhea into leaving the hospital and brought her home.
He smiled tenderly at her, speaking with gentle patience.
"This is the maid I personally arranged for you. You’re not used to being back in the country yet, so feel free to ask her for anything you need."
Her eyes lit up with a shy smile.
"Last night… I thought you two…"
"No. I didn’t do anything with Starlene. There’s only you."