"Miss Jones really is careless, ruining such an expensive shirt with her lipstick," I commented.
For the first time, Martin looked at me seriously, making my skin crawl.
"Gloria, you're my wife. Are you really getting jealous over something so trivial?"
I stifled a laugh, thinking he might have caught on to my ploy. But no, he just thought I was meddling.
"Of course not. Miss Jones is so kind. With her around, I feel reassured," I said sweetly.
He was appeased, tossing me a stack of cash for spending money before leaving, not forgetting to add, "This is what I like to see—my wife being understanding and mature. You'd do well to be a smart woman."
7
After enrolling in the school, the children performed even worse than in my previous life.
Their grades hit rock bottom, and they were ranked last in the entire class.
They also failed miserably in extracurricular activities.
It wasn't long before they realized they didn't quite belong in the same league as the other wealthy heirs.
When Martin received a call from the school, he had never imagined his children could perform so poorly.
The teachers even subtly suggested he might want to find a school better suited for them.