Marriage With A Evil Heart

My nerves tightened instantly, and I immediately asked, “Are you talking about the woman with Robert?”

“Wait a moment…” Scarlette said, and the call was abruptly disconnected.

Puzzled, I gripped the phone, speculating about what Scarlette might have encountered on the other end.

Soon after, she sent me several pictures.

Eagerly flipping through them, my throat tightened as I recognized the face on the screen, someone very familiar – it was Amelia.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Amelia Douglas was recruited into my company in its third year. She was beautiful, sharp-witted, and her outstanding feature was her eloquence. The first time she met me, she said, “Mrs. Brown, I finally got to meet you. You are my idol! Creating your own company before graduating and becoming an outstanding entrepreneur in Newport. So, I want to learn from you. I hope you can provide me with this platform to grow with you and your company!”

I didn’t particularly enjoy her flattery, but she was indeed the most outstanding among the group of people who applied at the time, so I decided to keep her.

She went from sales to becoming my secretary in just eight months.

In the photo, the mature and charming Amelia, compared to seven years ago, had become even more alluring, with an hourglass figure, full bust, plump buttocks, and a slender waist. Her lips, moistened and well cared for, were indeed the type that Robert liked.

In the picture, Robert was affectionately protecting Amelia, behaving quite intimately. There was love in his eyes, and it was clear that Robert’s attitude towards Amelia was different from the others.

Amelia naturally held onto his arm, looking every bit the lady boss, with an air of authority.

The hand holding the photos involuntarily shook, and my teeth chattered.

I once thought of her as my trustworthy right-hand woman. Before leaving the company, I even deliberately trained her to assist Robert. Little did I know that she wasn’t just a good secretary; she went as far as assisting Robert in bed.

My gaze fixated on the ring finger of her left hand, holding Robert, where she wore a diamond ring that was quite familiar to me.

The diamond ring was a limited edition that Robert bought for me on our fifth wedding anniversary, not expecting to see it again on Amelia’s hand.

My chest churned, a painful lump forming, and seeing Robert’s face in the photos made me feel overwhelmingly unfamiliar and disgusted. Hot tears streamed down my face.

Scarlette’s call came in again, “Did you see it? It’s hard to guard against, right? Robert, this beast, seems to have had his way with every woman in your company. Back when you climbed up at dawn, pregnant and fought through the night, it became his capital for an easy life. I will take revenge for you. Don’t think too much about it; don’t be sad about this. He’s not worthy! I’m following them now, and we need to know where she lives.

“Okay, be safe!” I hoarsely instructed.

“I’ve already asked Albert to find out when they started their affair!” Scarlette comforted me, “Daisy, be strong. I believe in you. Don’t give up!”

“I will!”

Ending the call, I buried my face in the pillow, silent sobs escaping. The pain in my heart was unbearable.

Naked betrayal!

Amelia’s face kept flashing in my mind, and I belatedly realized a problem. No wonder Robert could handle the company’s top management so thoroughly. With Amelia’s “assistance,” he would undoubtedly be in full control.

I abruptly sat up from the bed, tightly clenching my fists. Unable to release the pent-up anger, I grabbed the blanket, bit into it, and tore it apart with all my strength.

To me, this betrayal was akin to torture.

In my heart, I screamed: this vengeance will not go unanswered.