Marriage With A Evil Heart

In the spacious living room, Robert sat on the sofa, playfully engaging with Charles in his arms. Beside him, Sherry naturally leaned against Robert’s side.

This scene resembled the early days when we first had our first kid, much like the current picture of warmth and harmony unfolding before me.

The medicine bowl in my hand slipped and crashed onto the floor, shattering into pieces. All three individuals on the sofa turned to look at me. Sherry reacted quickly, rushing towards me. “Mrs. Brown, why did you come down? I was about to get the bowl… Don’t move, be careful not to step on the shards!”

Her reaction seemed so calm, and that scene just now seemed like an unintentional display of intimacy among a familiar family, completely unrestrained.

I was left speechless. Has this home become so harmonious?

Robert also lifted Charles and hurried towards me. “Daisy, don’t move! Quick, Sherry, hurry up and clean it! Be careful!”

At this moment, he appeared anxious, sternly directing Sherry while keeping his eyes on the shards, fearing they might hurt me.

Was it just my illusion earlier? Or had their interactions always been so casual?

Sherry swiftly brought a broom, efficiently cleaning up the shards around my feet, continuously apologizing, appearing very humble.

I stood there, petrified, processing the scene I had just witnessed.

Only when Sherry finished cleaning, and Robert came to embrace me, did I snap out of my daze. I stared at him, still and silent.

The urgency, dependence, and the grievance I felt when I desperately wanted to see him just moments ago seemed to have vanished, leaving only one question: shouldn’t they give me an explanation?

Robert held the motionless me, handed Charles to Sherry, and the tiny hands of our child immediately clung to her neck, rubbing against her face.

I pushed away from Robert and took the child from Sherry’s arms.

Sherry stiffened for a moment, looking innocent. “Madam, I…”

I wished to slap her hard, but seeing the child in my arms, I restrained myself, adjusted my emotions, and reminded myself to stay calm! Calm!

“Go prepare lunch!” I coldly instructed Sherry, who obediently turned and headed to the kitchen.

Then, I looked at Robert with a purposeful question, “Hubby, are you still going to the exhibition this afternoon? Didn’t you say you’d come back in the evening?”

Robert, appearing nonchalant, didn’t seem to pay special attention to Sherry. He sat on the sofa, embracing me.

Did Robert completely overlook Sherry’s affectionate actions just now? Or had he become so accustomed to it that he was oblivious?Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Ignoring my scrutinizing gaze, Robert calmly responded, “I still have to go! I just happened to be taking samples, so I thought I’d stop by to see you. But as soon as I came in, I got tangled up with this little guy!”

His explanation sounded reasonable, completely glossing over the previous scene. Was he pretending like nothing had happened?

The baby struggled in my arms, reaching out towards Robert and calling ‘mommy’ in his little voice.

Robert took him from my hands, saying, “Let me handle it! He’s gotten heavier!”

I felt a strange discomfort. The baby called ‘mommy’ was referring to Sherry.

This child, after I fell ill, was taken care of by Sherry. I was bedridden, sleeping most of the time, and when I woke up, I was often in a daze. I didn’t have the energy to take care of him, so Sherry was the one looking after him.

Now, he seemed less close to me. Meanwhile, my eldest was sent to an elite school, a fully enclosed facility where they only returned on Saturdays. The second was taken care of by his grandmother. Only the third child remained with us.

In a daze, I looked at Robert interacting with the child. Suddenly, I realized a problem. Could Sherry have tampered with my medicine since that time? What did she intend to do? Seduce my husband and steal my child?

This woman was too dangerous. No, she couldn’t stay at my home any longer. I couldn’t give her any more opportunities to harm my family.

With a decision made, I redirected my thoughts and looked at Robert. He was passionately kissing the Charles in his arms, overflowing with love.

Seeing their interaction, I couldn’t help but wonder – would a husband like him engage in anything improper with a nanny?

But Sherry’s behavior was already clear, and this matter needed to be resolved as soon as possible. With a plan in mind, I tried to test Robert, opening my mouth to say, “Hubby…”