Betrayed by Husband and Daughter, She Finally Walked Away

The day she found out she had caught a sexually transmitted disease was also Beatrice Fairleighs birthday.

The doctor explained, This condition is only spread through inappropriate relations between men and women. In your situation, it has already developed into cancer.

She hurriedly searched on her phone, wishing that among the huge amount of online information she could find just one proof, one would be enough, saying this was not a sexually transmitted disease.

But the vast internet gave her only one answer: the doctor was right.

However, from the first time she broke that boundary until now, Jaxon Carter had been the only one.

She walked home like a walking corpse, about to remind Jaxon to go for a check as well. After all, they were husband and wife; if she was infected, he might already be too.

Yet before she reached the doorway, she heard her daughter, Millicent Carter, calling out excitedly inside the house.

Wow! Aunt Sienna is really great, and managed to get a personally signed comic. Unlike my mom, who has no abilities at all. It would be nice if Aunt Sienna were my mom.

Beatrice tensely pushed the door open, only to see Millicent happily embracing Sienna Hollands waist, while Sienna rested her head against hers, intimately close.

Jaxon watched quietly from the side, and they looked like a real family.

He noticed the motion at the door and saw that Beatrice had come home. He frowned as he spoke, Why are you only coming back now?

Millicent shouted, Mom, why are you so slow at everything? You didnt even cook food. Aunt Sienna is about to go hungry.

They acted as though they hadnt seen Beatrices drained face and as if they had fully forgotten today was her birthday.

Beatrice walked numbly, completely ignoring their stares, and when she lifted her eyes, she noticed that a two-tier cake had actually been placed on the coffee table.

Her already numb heart felt as if it had begun beating again. She looked toward Jaxon and Millicent with pleased surprise.

So they still remembered her birthday.

But Jaxon looked away from Beatrice as though ignoring her, picked up the cake, and said to Sienna, Sienna, we didnt take good care of you today. Lets go eat out together.

Hooray! Were going out to eat! No need to eat Moms cooking anymore. I want to eat ice cream! Millicent excitedly shouted.

Okay, I will buy you a super-large cone, Sienna said as she touched Millicents head.

Beatrice quickly cut in. In weather this cold, eating ice cream will make you sick. Millicent cannot eat it.

Hmm, mean mom. I hate you! Why must I obey you? Millicent pulled a face and refused to look at Beatrice.

Beatrice, you really spoil the mood, whatever you do. The kid is so happy, and you still insist on saying upsetting things. Jaxon spoke as he walked out the door.

Millicent hooked her arms around Jaxon and Sienna and hopped toward the outside.

Beatrice quickly slipped on her shoes and anxiously tried to follow them, but just when she reached the underground garage, Jaxons car brushed past the tip of her nose and sped off.

Until midnight, they still had not come back home.

Beatrice sat in the dark living room, tensely gripping her phone. Jaxon, who normally never posts on Facebook, posted one today.

It said, [Congratulations to Sienna on her promotion. Today is truly a good day.]

In the picture, Sienna had cake spread across her face, Millicent was planting a kiss on her cheek, and Jaxon was watching her fondly, affection almost spilling off the screen.

The light from the phone display lit up Beatrices face, cool and pale.

So nobody remembered her birthday; that cake didn't belong to her either.

From what time had things turned into this? The Jaxon from earlier days would even celebrate the day they first met.

The Millicent from the past, the first thing she did each morning after waking was to kiss Beatrices cheek.

So could love disappear? The love that grew from campus to wedding dress, the family warmth that grew from crying infancy to strong growth, what Beatrice once believed would never shift, had all become unfamiliar.

Sienna, this woman who, since university, had called herself Jaxons brother, broke into Beatrices life like heavy rain, taking away her happiness.

Her lower body suddenly pulsed with waves of hurt, and the doctors words sounded again inside her ears.

There are currently clinical trial treatments overseas for this type of disease, but it remains in the human experiment phase. After treatment, how well it works is still uncertain. If you want to try, we can assist you in making contact. Think carefully, and you can contact us.

The doctor told Beatrice that after the application got approved, she would leave in one month.

Because of the confidential nature of the experiment, once she reached overseas, she would cut off contact with everything in the country.

Beatrice found the business card the doctor had given and sent a message. [I am signing up to participate in the human experiment.]

Through the whole night, Jaxon and Millicent didn't return.

Beatrice kept her eyes open until dawn and still didn't hear their voices.

Early the following morning, while Beatrice was arranging clothes, she noticed the family photo album, and her sorting motions paused.

She turned through it page after page with care, worried about ruining the pictures.

Each of these pictures was like the first half of her life.

When they were attending university, she and Jaxon held hands, smiling happily toward the camera.

When they graduated from university, Jaxon, in a bachelors gown, held her close, the smile on his face as if he was hugging the entire world.

At the wedding ceremony, Jaxon, a grown man, even cried in front of many family members and friends because he was marrying her.

When Millicent was born, Jaxon held Beatrices hand and said affectionately, Wife, we will never have another child. I cannot bear to let you be so tired.

As Beatrice watched, the edges of her eyes slowly grew wet. The kindness from the past was still clear in front of her, making the ugliness of the present feel even more shocking.

The farther she turned in the album, the less often she appeared; the protagonist in the photos slowly became Sienna.

When Jaxons business plan succeeded, Sienna stood beside him, closely holding onto him under the guise of brotherly closeness.

At that time, Beatrice objected to how close they were. Jaxon tapped the tip of her nose and said fondly, Jealous? I just enjoy watching the way you look when you get jealous.

Beatrice acted upset. Jaxon gently rubbed against her neck. Beatrice, dont worry. In my eyes, Sienna is only like a man. I would never possibly like her.

When Millicent had her birthday, Sienna stood between Jaxon and Millicent. They laughed happily, as if she were Millicents real mother.

At that moment, Beatrice kept complaining to Jaxon that Sienna was too involved in their life, but Jaxon slowly grew annoyed. Sienna is my brother. How many times do you want me to repeat it!?

Later, Beatrice completely vanished from the album. The woman in the album turned into Sienna, Jaxons brother, Millicents godmother.

Beatrice weakly shut the album, unable to keep looking. She was afraid the hurt in her heart would rip her apart.

Jaxon came back at this time. Surrounded by the sweet heavy smell of womens perfume, he walked toward Beatrice holding roses.

Wife, flowers for you.

Beatrice moved away from Jaxons hug. He believed the scent of roses could hide the perfume smell on his body.

But he didn't know that just the night before, Beatrice had smelled that strong rose-style perfume on Sienna.

How could the natural smell of roses hide the specially mixed perfume scent?

Besides, she had never liked roses and was even allergic to roses.

Why are you suddenly giving me flowers? Beatrice frowned and didnt accept the bouquet.

Jaxon said gently, I saw the flowers looked nice, so I brought them to you. Why are there so many questions?

The hope that had just appeared in Beatrice instantly turned into dust.

Jaxon didn't remember her birthday; giving flowers was only his way to hide the smell.

You know, I have always disliked roses, only lilies, Beatrice said quietly.

Then, should we go buy lilies together? I was thinking you could sometimes change your preference, Jaxon said casually.

Do you want me to change my preference, or do you yourself want to change your preference? Or is it that you want to change people?

Jaxon froze and suddenly said in anger, If you dont like it, then forget it. Is there any need to be this serious?

Jaxon threw the flowers aside carelessly and walked into the room without turning back.

Beatrices phone got a text message. It was birthday wishes sent to her from the mobile official site and the bank.

Besides that, her message inbox was totally empty. Nobody remembered her or cared for her.

She bitterly lifted the corner of her lips, but tears fell one after another onto the phone, wetting the screen.

The phone ringtone suddenly sounded, and Beatrice jerked awake in surprise.

It was Millicents teacher calling. As soon as the call connected, the person on the other end anxiously shouted, Millicent already has a fever of 39 degrees. Why are you still sending her to school?

Beatrices tears suddenly stopped. With no chance to sort her feelings, she answered the teacher in a hoarse voice. Ill come right now.

After ending the call, she rushed into the room and nervously told Jaxon, Millicent has a very high fever! I am going to school now. Can you drive me there?

Resting on the bed, Jaxon casually waved his hand. Just call a taxi yourself. It is such a minor issue, don't disturb me.

Before Beatrice could respond, he rolled over and kept sleeping with his back facing her.

No one knew until what time he and Sienna had been wild last night, for him to fall asleep in the middle of the day, and even stay uncaring after hearing his daughter was ill.

Beatrice didn't know how to drive. When they had just married, she truly wanted to learn to drive and had already enrolled in the driving school.

Back then, the moment she came home, she happily told Jaxon about it, but Jaxon said, Why learn to drive? Isn't it me to be at home? You are my princess; I will be your personal driver.

Beatrice was held back and persuaded by Jaxon so she would not learn how to drive. In the end, she stopped learning to drive and didn't even get the lesson fee returned.

At first, Jaxon was very willing to pick Beatrice up and dropped off. Every day, he drove her to and from work, drawing jealous looks from people around them.

But after she became pregnant, Jaxon slowly showed up less. He often said his job kept him busy and told her to ride a taxi home on her own.

Beatrice felt sorry that Jaxon was struggling by himself. He had only recently opened his own law firm. To save money, she didn't even want to take a taxi and squeezed onto the subway every day with her large belly.

However, the constant heavy workload and the tiring commute left Beatrice worn out in both body and mind, and she began to show signs of threatened miscarriage.

After Jaxon found out, his eyes turned red as he hit his own head. This is all because I cannot make enough money, making you go through this, and I almost made us lose the baby.

Beatrices heart ached, and she held Jaxons hand. I was careless while pushing onto the subway. Next time I will definitely, definitely pay attention. Dont blame yourself.

Jaxon lifted his head and looked at her with shining eyes. Wife, stop working, okay? For our child, just stay home and rest during this period. Compared with money, our child matters more, right?

Beatrice had always believed women should be independent to control their own lives, but for the child, she hesitated. In the end, under Jaxons hopeful look, she gave a stiff nod. From that moment, she stepped back little by little and became a housewife, never going out to work again.

And Jaxon, in the life afterward, time after time only showed her his back. She had already lost track of how many times she had seen it, just like the scene today.

But now time was tight, and Beatrice simply had no chance to think further. She could only hurry downstairs to flag a taxi.

It was the morning rush hour now, and heavy rain was falling, making it hard to catch a taxi.

By the time Beatrice reached the school, she was already wet all over. Her down coat had flattened, tightly sticking to her body. Her body would not stop shaking. The pain in her lower body grew even clearer, faintly leaking thin lines of blood.

But she truly could not focus on herself. Leaning forward and barely bearing the discomfort, she anxiously looked for Millicents figure.

Seeing her condition, the teacher was shocked. How did you end up like this? Did you come by yourself? Where is the childs father?

Beatrice had no time to reply and only anxiously asked, Where is Millicent?

The teacher pointed toward one corner of the classroom. Millicents cheeks were bright red, resting weakly on the desk.

Beatrice painfully picked up Millicent and hurried straight to the hospital. Along the way, she carefully shielded Millicent, not letting her catch even one drop of rain, while her own hair was already wet.

The doctor addressed Beatrice with blame. Why do you only take the child to the hospital after the fever lasts this long? With a fever like this, she already had it yesterday. Now it becomes very risky!

Beatrice looked in pain at Millicent in her arms, wishing she could bear the illness instead of her.

After they went into the ward, she herself already felt very cold and kept coughing and sneezing, yet she still remained beside Millicent without moving a single step, from time to time placing her hand on the girls forehead to check if the fever had dropped.

After one bottle of IV drip was finally finished, Millicent slowly came awake.

Beatrices eyes brightened with happiness. After Millicent woke up, she looked around the room once. The first words she said after seeing her were, Looking at you is really never anything nice!

Beatrice felt her joy vanish like cold water had been thrown over it, and her eyes slowly grew dim.

Millicent spoke in an unhappy tone and snapped at Beatrice. I was completely fine at school. Why is it that the moment I see you, I am in the hospital?

You had a high fever. The teacher called me. I was the one who just took you to the hospital. Beatrice lowered her head and spoke wearily.

Millicent pouted. Isnt it still your fault. In such cold weather, you didn't let me wear more. You made me get sick. I don't like you, you bad mom.

Millicent was wearing a thick down coat. Beatrice, afraid she would feel cold, had even bought the extreme-cold series; from inside to outside everything was good quality and good fabric, but she was only worried that Millicent would feel uncomfortable, would not feel warm.

And she herself was only wearing a poor, thin down coat, and when cold, she only depended on shaking.

Hurt feelings spread through her heart, but she knew Millicent was still a child; how could she argue with her own child?

She softly sighed, lowered her voice, and tucked in Millicents blanket corner. You take your injection properly. The doctor has already treated you well. We can leave the hospital very soon.

Stop pretending here. Its all your fault! All your fault! Why are you not the one who is ill! Why does my sickness not spread to you? Better if you fall sick and die, and don't come bother me anymore!

These words felt like magic, making Beatrice freeze in place. Millicent still didn't know, right, she was already ill, so ill that she was almost dying.

Even now, Beatrice could feel her lower body still slowly leaking thin lines of blood, wave after wave taking away her energy and strength.

At that moment, the doctor pushed the ward door open and looked at Millicent with blame as he said, How do you speak to your mother like this?! You didn't become ill from wearing too few clothes. You clearly ate something unclean, and your stomach and intestines caught a cold.

Millicent seemed to remember something. Her face suddenly became red. She pressed her mouth shut and didn't look at Beatrice, awkwardly allowing the doctor to check her.

Your mom got herself wet just to take you to the hospital. Look at you, do you have even one drop of rain on your body? Kid, you need to be a little more understanding.

After the examination was finished, the doctor spoke to Beatrice, Your daughter is much better. After several more days of IV drip, she will be fully okay. You should also quickly go change your clothes.

Beatrice gratefully bent toward the doctor in thanks and walked him out of the ward door. When she turned around, Millicent was staring at her with an angry look.

Youre satisfied now, letting other people lecture me, you think you stand on the right side? Hmm, you think I will thank you? Keep dreaming! Millicent said through clenched teeth.

So this was how she saw her. In her eyes, everything Beatrice gave had a reason, not love from the heart. But she didn't know what mother didn't truly love her own child?

Millicent, I don't need your thanks. As long as you are okay, however, I am fine. Beatrice paused and showed a bitter smile. Even if I get sick instead of you, that is fine.

In the days ahead, you must look after yourself well. When the weather is cold, don't eat chilled food, and also eat outside less. Your intestines are weak; don't damage your body. Beatrice spoke with concern, wishing she could empty every word in one breath to Millicent. When it is cold, put on clothes; when it is hot, remove clothes. During weather changes, it is easiest to become sick, and also

Alright, alright, are you irritating or not? You are talking so much just to go around and blame Aunt Sienna, blaming her for taking me out for ice cream. I am the one who wanted to eat it. Is that any of your concern! How can your thinking be so nasty? Millicent covered her ears, her eyes looking at Beatrice with dislike.

The words Beatrice still meant to speak stopped all at once. Her lips were still parted, yet her throat felt tightly held, unable to make a single sound.

Millicent? a womans voice called from the back.

Millicents eyes immediately shone. Godmother!

Millicent jumped off the bed, roughly shoved away Beatrice, who tried to catch her, and hurried toward the door.

Beatrice slowly turned her stiff body and saw Millicent, dressed in only one thin layer, holding Sienna tightly, as though Sienna was her whole world.

They embraced for a very long time, so long that Beatrice felt the rain on her clothes was almost turning her body cold.

Beatrice spoke. She knew the moment was not right and might make others upset, yet she still insisted. Millicent, quickly get back onto the bed. You are not fully well yet. Dressing so thinly will make it bad again.

Millicents body became tense, yet she didn't move at all.

Sienna rested her face in the hollow of Millicents neck and also seemed not to notice, staying completely still.

Sienna, you are a grown person. Millicent is only a child. You understand how serious this is, right? Beatrice said directly.

Sienna acted like she had only just noticed Beatrice and carried Millicent back to the hospital bed.

Sister Beatrice, you are here as well? I was so glad to see Millicent just now that I didn't even see you. Sienna smiled while gently touching Millicents cheek. Millicent, are you happy to see me?

Hmm, very happy! Millicent showed a wide smile.

Sienna, when you bring Millicent out to play in the future, dont casually let her eat cold food again. Beatrice cut in.

Siennas expression turned dark. Sister Beatrice, even though I am usually boyish and careless and not like certain people who have many hidden plans, I absolutely will not do anything that hurts Millicent. You cannot slander me for taking Millicent to eat cold food.

But just earlier, Millicent said Beatrice continued.

Mom, are you irritating or not? If you stay quiet, no one will think you cannot talk! Millicent yelled at Beatrice.

While shouting at Beatrice, Millicent grabbed the thermos cup from the coffee table and threw it hard toward Beatrice.

Inside the thermos was the hot water Beatrice had just poured. She had not screwed the lid tightly because she wanted the water to cool so that after Millicent woke up, she could drink warm water to warm her stomach.

This cup of water didn't warm Millicent; instead, it all splashed onto Beatrices hand. Her hand immediately became red, and several big blisters appeared.

Beatrice cried out in pain. Alarm flashed across Millicents eyes. She quickly sat up in bed and wanted to climb down to check.

Siennas eyes shifted, and she pressed Millicent back down. Millicent, tuck the blanket properly. don't catch a cold.

With worry in her eyes, she pulled up Beatrices hand. Sister Beatrice, are you okay?

Beatrice didn't want her touching her and tried hard to pull her hand away, but Siennas strength was surprisingly strong, making Beatrices hand unable to move.

Between them, the hidden tension rose, but Beatrices hand suffered. The rubbing pressed several big blisters until they broke.

The sharp pain in her hand went straight to Beatrices heart, hurting her until she kept gasping.

Let go! Beatrice looked at Sienna in anger.

Sienna held Beatrices hand even more tightly, her back facing Millicent, using her fingernails to quietly press into Beatrices wound. Sister Beatrice, kids throw tantrums. Why are you acting childish with a child? Don't hit her. I will help you check it. Calm down. Don't blame Millicent.

The strong pain made Beatrice unable to think about anything else. She could only shake her arm hard and shout, I told you to let go!

Behind Sienna, Millicent could not see what was happening, only hearing Beatrices angry voice and upset tone.

She suddenly pulled back the blanket, moved around in front of Sienna, and roughly shoved Beatrice aside, pulling the two apart.

Millicent glanced angrily at Beatrice, spreading her small arms wide to shield Sienna, her eyes looking like they were about to shoot flames. You are not allowed to bully Aunt Sienna. If you want to hit someone, then hit me. Better beat me until I die, so I will not be your daughter. In the next life, I want Aunt Sienna to be my real mom. I don't want you! I hate that you were the one who gave birth to me!

Those tiny hands, the hands Beatrice had held since Millicent was little, the hands she had always gripped tightly, were now blocking in front of her.

She had held those hands and walked with her through her shaky first steps; she had held those hands and taught her soft baby words; she had held those hands and together gone through the warm and cold and the four seasons.

It had also been those same hands that stayed with her through many long, lonely nights, gently touching Beatrices cheek and saying, Mommy, mommy, I will always love you.

And now those little hands said they didn't want her, didn't want her as her mother?

Beatrices heart felt as if it were stabbed through by a sharp knife. She stumbled back several steps.

The air around her seemed to suddenly be pulled away. She quickly grabbed her chest and took deep breaths.

The pain in her lower body felt like it was about to tear her apart. She could feel large amounts of fresh blood pouring out from below.

Her head grew more and more light, the world spinning in her sight.

The breath she had been tightly holding finally slipped away. Under Millicents helpless look and Siennas satisfied smile, Beatrice fell straight back.

Beatrice came back to her senses. The first thing she saw was Jaxons worried look. How long had it been since he had looked at her this way?

That uneasy expression, that pain-filled look, made Beatrice feel like she was still dreaming, as if she had gone back to earlier days.

Back then, Beatrice had just become pregnant. Her morning sickness had been very serious. She threw up until everything the world turned around; as long as she ate even a little, she quickly threw it all up, even bringing up stomach acid.

At that time, Jaxon hurried around in worry, changing ways every day to cook tasty meals.

No matter how tired he was from work during the day, he always came home at noon. Even if he had to ride the subway for an hour, covered in dust and tiredness, the moment he saw Beatrice, he showed his brightest smile.

He, who had never cooked before, so that Beatrice could manage to eat something, awkwardly followed cooking videos to learn every day, not minding even when he turned the kitchen into a war zone.

Holding his own achievement, he carried it with full hope to Beatrice on the bed. Beatrice fought the nausea and barely swallowed one bite, but quickly threw it back up into the bowl, even turning the whole bowl of food into a mess.

Beatrice looked at him with apology, but he not only showed no unhappiness at all, but instead he looked at her with pain. Wife, do you feel better after throwing up?

And now he also used those gentle eyes to look at Beatrice with worry. Wife, do you feel better?

Jaxons face overlapped with the one in her memories. Beatrices eyes slowly grew wet. How she wished her sickness was also only a dream; between them, there had been no betrayal, only honesty and real love.

Seeing Beatrice crying without stopping, Jaxon nervously touched the back of her head. Does it still hurt? The doctor said it was nothing serious, so I carried you back home. If it still hurts, we will go to the hospital to check again. I helped you change and wash your dirty clothes. Why did your period suddenly come? You lost so much blood.

Why are you suddenly treating me so well? Beatrice avoided replying and only asked.

Jaxon laughed. You are my wife. If I am not kind to you, who else would I treat well?

As he spoke, he picked up the bowl beside the table, full of warm soup. This is the soup I cooked after coming back. I have been waiting for you to wake. It is still warm now. Come drink it, don't catch a cold.

Beatrice drank the whole bowl of soup with Jaxons hand helping her. This bowl of soup was completely different from Jaxons earlier cooking. He had not stayed in the kitchen for such a long time; his skills had already become rusty.

But now, for her, Jaxon had once again picked up the soup spoon. Thinking about this, her tears would not stop, no matter how hard she tried.

Jaxon gently wiped her tears. Crying after only one fall? Alright, alright, Im going to wash the bowl. You rest properly again.

Beatrice quickly followed after Jaxon, grabbed the bowl, and walked toward the kitchen. While walking, she asked, Youre here, then, Millicent, who is with

Before she finished speaking, her words caught in her throat and wouldnt move.

She saw Sienna in the kitchen.

Sienna was dressed like the lady of the house, already changed into Beatrices home clothes, wearing a couple of slippers that belonged to her and Jaxon, looking at Beatrice in a provoking way.

Why are you in my home? Beatrice demanded.

Jaxon, behind her, quickly stepped forward, grabbed the bowl from Beatrices hand, and walked toward the sink. Wife, I brought Sienna home.

Sienna smoothly took the bowl from Jaxons hand. The two crowded together in front of the small sink, competing over that small bowl, their hands rubbing again and again under the running water.

They could act this close in front of her, behind her, would their touching be even more excessive? Beatrice felt her head splitting in pain. She wanted to shout; she wanted to scream.

What are you doing?! Beatrice shouted loudly as if calling back her own spirit.

Jaxon looked confused, set down the bowl in his hand, and frowned at Beatrice. Why are you yelling like that?

Sienna shook the water from her hands and pretended to explain in a worried way. Sister Beatrice, dont misunderstand Jaxon. You didnt see how worried he was at the hospital.

I was worried about you too, so I came together with Jaxon and have been busy until now. How was the soup earlier? Did it match your taste? You also know I am careless and usually dont enter the kitchen. For your sake, I even cut my finger. Sienna spoke to Beatrice, but her eyes looked wronged as they turned toward Jaxon.

So the soup just now had been cooked by Sienna? No wonder it tasted salty and oily. If she had known it was made by Sienna, even if she were beaten to death, she would not have drunk it.

Beatrice wished she could throw it up right away.

Jaxon didnt notice Beatrices response. Instead, he nervously caught Siennas hand and quickly checked her injury.

It was only a small cut. Without thinking, Jaxon put Siennas finger into his mouth, using his saliva to help stop the bleeding.

There are bandages at home. Do you need to do this in front of me? Can you not even bear this?! Beatrice stepped forward and struck at Jaxon, her sight already clouded by tears.

Jaxon let go of Siennas hand. His face showed panic for a second, and his brows drew together even more. Sienna cares about you so much, and this is how you treat her? How can you not understand what is good for you!

Looks like youre almost well. Sienna and I are going to the hospital to visit Millicent. Jaxon pulled Sienna and quickly left the door, their backs almost counted as running away in fear.

What was left for Beatrice was only a bowl of bad-smelling soup and a house full of mess.

Leave. She needed to go. Very soon, she would be able to leave this place forever. Beatrice said to herself.

She slowly looked over everything inside the house; little by little, it was all memories.

The curtains they put up together, the bed covers they picked out together, the plants they raised together.

When they first moved in, they bought lucky bamboo. At that moment, both of them thought the meaning behind it was nice.

She gently cared for it, hoping for good luck, wishing Jaxons career to rise step by step.

For many years, Beatrice had taken care of it until it grew fuller and fuller. Jaxons career also became better and better, and every now and then, he would sigh that the house had a good wife.

Later, Jaxon truly became rich, but he also forgot the woman who handled everything quietly behind him.

Beatrice let out a quiet, self-teasing smile and picked up boiling water and poured it into the dirt.

After that, she brought over a step ladder and removed the curtains, replaced the bed covers she had selected, threw out their couple of outfits, and cut apart the photos of them together.

Right after doing that, that home felt completely strange. Beatrice slowly lay on the floor, letting the cold sink into her body, hoping the pain in her body could hide the pain in her heart.

The loud ringing of the phone reached her ears, making Beatrice feel restless. She wanted to hang up, but her stiff fingers accidentally pressed answer.

Jaxon, be gentle The name on the screen was Jaxon, but the voice that came through was Siennas.

This voice was totally different from the tomboy image she had always shown, so affected that any man would feel weak just hearing it.

Beatrices hand, which was about to end the call, paused.

From the speaker came only the mans heavy breaths and Siennas purposely soft gasps.

Even though he didn't speak, Beatrice knew that person was Jaxon.

From their past days and nights together, from the closeness of sleeping side by side, no one understood Jaxons aroused voice better than she did.

Beatrice listened as if hurting herself. Jaxons strained sounds hit her ears, and through the phone, it almost broke her heart.

Sienna sighed and said, Jaxon, am I better, or is she better?

Jaxon didnt reply; only his actions grew even rougher as he pushed through the last rush.

When the passion faded, Sienna unwillingly asked, Jaxon, between the two of us, who is better?

The phone stayed silent for quite a long time, then Jaxons voice came through. Of course youre more slutty. Beatrice could never do car sex.

So annoying! Sienna laughed and lightly complained at Jaxon.

Wet sounds came through the phone again.

Were they actually in the car? In Jaxons car? That car that belonged only to her?

That car, Jaxon said, nobody else could sit in; only the wife could ride in it.

That car she treasured so much, carefully arranging it like a small moving home?

That car where their family of three once rode together, drove on trips together, leaving happy memories?

Their sounds on the call became more and more intense. Beatrice couldnt keep listening. She had just wanted to yell into the phone when the call suddenly ended.

What did they think she was? Their seasoning for passion?

Beatrices fingers shook as she dialed again, but it cut off the moment it rang, rang once more, and was cut off again.

She hurried out the door, wandering without direction along the street. She didnt know where she was heading or what she planned to do.

But she still had to walk, because if she didn't step outside to breathe some air, she knew she would lose her mind.

Her thoughts were empty. Without realizing it, her feet led her to the hospital.

She arrived at Millicents ward. Inside was empty; Millicent was gone.

The doctor said Millicent had been taken away by her father.

Beatrice sat blankly beside the bed, touching the mattress that held no warmth, her eyes distant and empty.

The doctor worriedly said, You hit your head. Should we do a scan? Injuries to the back of the head can be serious. I told your husband you should be examined, but he said it was nothing and that there was no need

Wasnt it you, doctor, who said there was no issue, so I went home? Beatrice asked.

No, your husband was the one who said falling like that was not serious and didnt want the hassle, and insisted on taking you back home. Oh, at that moment, there was also a woman beside him, you can ask them to verify. The doctor spoke nervously, eager to avoid blame.

So Jaxon was worried about trouble. If she stayed in the hospital, wouldnt he be inconvenienced? He would have to take Millicent to and from school, and there was also a patient at home. How could he still look for pleasure outside?

Hmm, I get it. Thank you for your concern, doctor. Beatrice forced a smile.

After the doctor left, she could not hold it in anymore. Covering her face with her hands, she cried quietly.

But Sienna still refused to leave her alone. Sienna called Beatrice.

Over the phone, Sienna no longer pretended and spoke in a proud tone, Beatrice, you heard everything, right?

This call from Sienna was only to watch her break down, to step on her into the ground, to completely crush her.

How could Beatrice allow Sienna to get what she wanted? She didnt reply, only quietly held her phone.

Her silence successfully made Sienna angry. Sienna grew worked up. Dont think staying quiet means it never happened. Your Jaxon doesnt want to sleep with you, says you are stiff and boring in bed.

Your Millicent dislikes you the most, says youre annoying and useless. The worst mom in the world is you.

The more Sienna talked, the more excited she became. What is the point of you being good-looking? What is the point of so many people chasing you? What is the point of you being some goddess? You are nothing but my beaten loser. Hahaha!

Beatrice felt a sudden pain in her heart, her voice trying to stay calm. Just for pride, you are willing to be another persons mistress? Be another persons stepmother? You have taken my happiness now, can you promise no one will take yours in the future?

My things will never be taken by anyone else! Beatrice, clearly, I knew Jaxon first. Why was it you who ended up with him? Now I am only taking back what belongs to me!

If it really belonged to you, would you need to grab it? Beatrice asked.

No matter how you argue, anyway, I won! Jaxon already told me that when we return this time, he will divorce you. You can forget about getting your daughters custody! Just wait to be thrown out! Sienna ended the call with a loud click.

After the call ended, Beatrice could not calm herself for a long time. No matter how calm she looked, the tears on her face still revealed her feelings.

Sienna liking Jaxon was something Beatrice had always noticed.

But Jaxon always brushed Beatrice off by saying Sienna only had a boyish nature and treated men this way.

As time went on, Sienna had always used this role to step into their life.

Jaxon enjoyed Beatrices gentleness while quietly accepting Siennas passion.

Beatrice had thought that as the years passed, Siennas feelings would finally stop. She hadnt expected that Sienna had never once given up.

And Jaxon? What was he thinking now? Was he tired of her? Finally, unable to bear it, wanting to throw her out?

Beatrice walked home with shaky steps. The moment she opened the door, Jaxon and Millicent were both sitting on the sofa, their cold faces turned toward her.

Where did you go messing around again? You still remember to come back? Jaxon coldly asked.

Beatrice looked at him in confusion, wondering how he had taken her words, when clearly he was the one always fooling around.

Seeing Beatrices stunned look, Jaxon grew more annoyed the longer he watched. He picked up the papers on the coffee table and threw them straight at Beatrices face.

Beatrice was completely unprepared. Pieces of paper were scattered across her face. The sharp edge of the A4 sheets scraped her skin, leaving thin streaks of blood.

She covered her face in hurt and stared at Jaxon in shock

Staring at me? Look carefully at yourself! See what terrible thing youve done! Jaxon said in uncontrolled anger.

Beatrice picked up the documents from the floor. On them was her gynecological examination report, clearly showing that she had gotten a sexually transmitted disease.

She felt this was a form of shame. This single sheet told her that her husband had betrayed their marriage, that her happiness had only been fake.

She had always kept this sheet at the deepest part of the drawer, but today it was fully exposed outside, still right in front of her daughter.

Nothing to say? Is this the kind of wife and mother you are? Speak! Which random man were you messing around with to catch such a dirty disease! Jaxon stood up in anger.

Mom, youre so filthy! So gross! Having you as my mom really makes me feel embarrassed! Dad, hurry and divorce this filthy woman! Millicent looked at her with disgust.

Beatrice looked at Jaxon with disappointment. After this incident, she had never spoken because she didn't want to ruin Jaxons image in Millicents heart.

But now Jaxon actually brought their daughter to question her?

What right did he have! Clearly, it was he who caused her to get the disease, who made her develop cancer!

Jaxon, you know very well what you have done. It should be me asking you, have you and Sienna been enjoying yourselves! Beatrice said.

Jaxon was stunned by her words, guiltily shifting his eyes aside, stubbornly saying, She and I are clean and innocent. Youre the filthy one. Do you think everyone is like you? I really regret marrying a woman like you!

Millicent excitedly hit Beatrice. Youre not allowed to talk about godmother, not allowed to talk about godmother! You bad woman! Rotten woman!

Beatrice looked sadly at her husband and her daughter.

The first half of her life that she gave with all her heart had returned only scolding, disgust, and dislike.

She was finally exhausted. Now she only wanted freedom. We divorce! Jaxon, I want to divorce you!

The angry Jaxon was shocked and asked in disbelief, You said divorce? Do you have a job? Can you survive?

That is not something you need to care about. Beatrice met his eyes straight.

But Jaxon didnt dare meet her eyes again. He was mad, he was upset, but he had not wanted this ending.

He quickly pulled Millicent and ran out of the house. He didnt know why he was running. Before leaving, he threw out cold words, Im taking my daughter away from this filthy house. In two days, well come discuss divorce!

But after two days, three days, many days, he didn't show up.

At first, Beatrice planned to remind Jaxon to also go for a test. After all, she had only ever been with Jaxon. Since she had caught the illness, Jaxon must have already caught it as well. But now she felt tired and no longer wanted to bother with Jaxons issues. Whether Jaxon stayed alive or died had nothing to do with her.

As for whether Sienna was the one who infected it, Beatrice also didnt care to find out. She only hoped the experiment would work, heal her illness, and then let her go out and see this world. Spending these years beside Jaxon, she had already missed far too many things. It was time to begin her life again.

The one-month deadline quickly came. Beatrice held a small bag in her hand, gave one final look toward the once cozy little home, and then, without any lingering feeling, shut the door and left.