Maybe even Cherry wouldn’t want to stay in this filthy world any longer.
The only one to blame was me—blind enough to love the wrong man.
When I entered the private dining room, I froze.
My mother-in-law was cradling a five-year-old boy in her arms, doting on him as if he were the jewel of her heart.
Vanessa was standing nearby, and my mother-in-law pulled her down to sit beside her, chatting and laughing like old friends.
That seat—was supposed to be the daughter-in-law’s seat.
I hadn’t known they even knew each other.
Anthony had never told me.
When Vanessa saw me, her tone dripped with mockery.
“Auntie, didn’t I tell you? Of course Diana would come to an occasion like this. As for what you said earlier—about me standing in as the Jimenez family’s hostess to help Anthony entertain guests—you’d better forget it."
"After all, Diana is still his wife. I wouldn’t want her to get jealous and accuse me of something I didn’t do. I can’t afford that kind of trouble.”