“Yeah, he is. At first, I also had a good feeling about him, but I didn't expect that he was actually such a cheap man. When I think of the day he drugged me and forcibly pounced on me, I feel … disgusted.”
I hadn’t even figured out how to explain things to her properly when, two weeks later, she got a visa and left the country.
Ten months later, she sent our newborn daughter back home.
I took care of our daughter, Maisie, alone, while waiting for her to come back day and night.
But what I got in return was her entanglement with Asher and his daughter.
The empty villa was silent as ever. I took out my cell phone just about to call Fiona, asking when she would be back.
Suddenly the door was pushed open and Fiona coldly walked in.
She swept a glance at the sleeping Maisie and spoke carelessly, “Rielle is coming to the house to play tomorrow, so you and Maisie should leave this house.”
Meeting my confused gaze, the corner of her lips raised a smile and explained, “Rielle is more possessive and can't see other little girls calling me mom.”
I had just held my breath and finally exploded at this moment.
I laughed back in anger, “Fiona, do you even remember who your biological daughter is?