---- Then patted her hand and turned to me, "Don't think just because she likes you now that your place here is secure." Secure? I never planned to stay in this house anyway. | was about to walk in and say hi to Mrs. Westwood when Alexander came around the corner, Helping his mother down the hall. "What are you doing here?" | opened my mouth to tell him about the trash his sister and mistress had been spewing, But the smile on his face caught me off guard. It looked real. | hesitated. Charlotte stood up, head lowered, her whole vibe ---- trembling-innocent. "Lillian said | don't belong here. That I'm just an outsider." "She told me to leave..." "Lillian?" The warmth in Alexander's expression vanished like it was never there. "She's always testing my patience, but Charlotte's here out of respect. She hasn't been home in years, and she wanted to honor my mother." "And you show up late, then try to kick her out?" He glanced at his mother, who looked mildly displeased, and kept going- "Mom, you see it, don't you? Lillian has no manners." "You really can't blame me for any of this." ---- "| regret marrying her every damn day." Charlotte covered her mouth like she was embarrassed, But her eyes flashed smug satisfaction. Vivian crossed her legs and sat back like she was watching a show, Waiting for me to break down and lose it. But | didn't. Because suddenly, | realized something. | felt nothing. Not anger. Not sadness. Not shame. Not even a flicker of emotion at Alexander trashing me like that. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!