Chapter 4

Sienna shyly lowered her head, biting her lip with a smile.

I stared at them coldly, my heart colder than if it had fallen into an ice pit.

Here we go again.

Just because my dad cheated during her pregnancy, she absolutely had to make Jackson cheat too.

Before I could get angry, Jackson was already chasing them out with a dark expression:

"Dressed like that—does she look like someone who can work?"

"Mom, I'll find Claire a professional housekeeper. As for this 'lady,' you'd better take her and leave now."

With that, Jackson pushed them both toward the door.

But my mom was determined. She pressed against the doorframe, refusing to leave.

She gave Jackson a sly smile:

"Sienna is very capable! You have to give her a one-day trial. If she really doesn't work out, I'll take her away. But you can't judge her by her appearance and take away a young girl's job opportunity!"

Sienna also blinked her big watery eyes, begging pitifully:

"If I can't find work, my family will sell me to an old man. Please, just give me one chance!"

The two of them gave me such a headache.

Fine. One day—what harm could they do?

If they didn't leave tomorrow, I'd just call the police.

After I gave my reluctant consent, my mom and Sienna exchanged glances and smiled.

They smiled brightly, but it made my skin crawl.

The next morning, I woke to find the space beside me empty.

I called Jackson's name but got no response, until... until I found the guest bedroom.

Jackson and Sienna were lying naked in the same bed, both flushed.

I didn't need to close my eyes to guess what had happened.

Enormous pain flooded my heart.

I screamed and smashed the teacup on the table.

My mom walked in. She looked at me triumphantly, as if some great joy had occurred.

"Your dad cheated during pregnancy—why shouldn't your husband?"

"Hmph. I married trash in this life—why should you get to marry someone as good as Jackson? Well, now it's done. Sienna is young and beautiful, Jackson is handsome and rich. They're perfect for each other."

My mom grabbed my arm:

"Come on, don't embarrass yourself here and disturb the lovebirds."

"Let's go get rid of that baby, and I'll introduce you to a man who's really right for you. I think Brutus would be perfect."

I swallowed hard, like I was swallowing razor blades.

Brutus—in his forties, half-paralyzed.

Even like that, he loved to drink and beat his wife. Scum among scum.

I thought my mom was just jealous of me.

This wasn't jealousy—she hated me!

She was unhappy when I was doing well. She was only happy when I was miserable.

Looking up, I spotted the powerful aphrodisiac on the corner of the table.

My heart clenched sharply.

To make my husband cheat too, my mom would stop at nothing.

I shook off my mom's arm forcefully, also shaking off the last shred of family affection.

Unlocking my phone, I dialed the police:

"Hello, I need to report a crime. Someone is suspected of assault and poisoning. The address is..."