My mom always taught me that even if you’re poor, you should still have ambition. I lived by her words, becoming independent and strong.
Back in the day, all those rich boys who tried to win me over with their money – I rejected them all.
But that pride, that sense of ambition, has now been crushed to pieces, not even a shred left.
And I became the joke in everyone’s eyes.
Originally, Jim Marshall and I had nothing to do with each other, like two parallel lines that would never cross. But everything changed after Emma died. From that moment on, he hated me.
He believed that I was the one who killed her.
But Emma died from a heart condition – nothing more, nothing less.
Emma and I never got along. No matter how hard I tried to avoid her or steer clear of any conflict, she would always go out of her way to pick a fight with me.
In her eyes, being the daughter of a mistress was a shameful label.
But if I, the daughter of the “real wife,” were out of the picture, she could finally stand in the light, untainted.
So, the phrase Emma used most often when talking to me was: “Evelyn, if I were you, I’d have killed myself a long time ago.”