Marriage With A Evil Heart

I saw Steven standing at the entrance, scanning the parked cars in front. Fortunately, it was already dark, and the vehicles had dark-tinted windows, making it impossible to see inside.

Someone approached Steven, speaking to him. After spitting on the ground, he turned and walked back inside.

I slumped into the seat. Shortly after, Scarlette rushed out, diving into the car.

“Let’s go!” I told Albert.

Albert promptly started the car, driving away from the entrance.

“Did he see you?” Scarlette, still catching her breath, looked at me. “Damn, that was close!”

“I’m not sure, so we need to get back quickly.”

“”What’s there to fear? Worst-case scenario, we go down with them. Considering your current condition…”, Scarlette sighed. Unable to contain herself, she added, “It’s probably really serious. Are you still planning to stay in that house?”

Albert also gave me a scrutinizing look through the rearview mirror.

“I can’t let them off so easily. Just from what happened earlier, it’s clear that this situation is more complicated than just me being sick. If Steven was really chasing us just now, I don’t know what Robert will do next.” I spoke my mind, still shaken by the recent events.

Scarlette patted my hand. “Don’t think too much. Remember, you have us!”

Hearing her words, my eyes welled up. Leaning back in the car seat, I closed my eyes. It was then that I remembered Charles. I quickly turned to look, only to see him already asleep in the arms of the nursery teacher.

The car raced down the road like a cheetah, yet my heart still felt slow, a creeping sense of oppression making me uneasy.

The car stopped outside my house’s yard. Albert suggested I not rush to get out, so we sat quietly in the car for a few seconds. Although it wasn’t late, my house was pitch dark.

“I’ll accompany you inside,” Scarlette said, concerned, “Otherwise, you won’t be able to carry Charles.”

“I’ll go! I’m more familiar,” Albert unbuckled his seatbelt. “I’ll carry Charles!”

He gestured for me to get out first. I pushed the child’s stroller inside, waiting by the door. Only then did he swiftly carry Charles into the house.

The room was silent. I placed the stroller in its original position, then turned on a small light to guide the way upstairs. I gently opened the door to the children’s room, where a night light was already on. Sherry maintained her original sleeping position, sound asleep. I stepped aside to let Albert, who was holding Charles, enter. He scanned the room, placed the child in the pile of toys, and gestured to me not to cover him. It needed to look like he had simply fallen asleep from playing too much.

After that, Albert pointed outside and quickly left the room. I took a glance at the peacefully sleeping Charles, gritted my teeth, and left the room, swiftly removing Sherry’s clothes to return them. I then hurried back to my room, exhausted. I lay back on the bed, turned on the surveillance, and shut down my phone, placing it under my pillow.

My heart pounded, and I meticulously reviewed the details to ensure there were no mistakes. Satisfied, I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and the overwhelming fatigue rushed over me like a tidal wave.

I was unsure how long I had slept when I suddenly heard the sound of a car driving in. I opened my eyes abruptly, catching the glare of headlights sweeping across. I perked up my ears and heard the familiar sound of the gate opening and closing with a ‘click.’

Then came extremely light footsteps ascending from downstairs.

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He had promised not to return, but here he was, and I was certain it was Steven who had called him.

His footsteps paused briefly at the door of my room, then he walked past, but it didn’t take long before he walked back again.

He entered my room, as usual, gazing at my bed for a considerable time. But instead of lying down, he took out his phone and made a call…