Chapter 3

However, the household staff who were usually deferential now acted as if they couldn't hear me at all. My cries went completely unheard.

Jennifer blew on her nails with disdain, as if brushing off filth.

"Can someone come tie these three hillbillies up? Toss them into the snow. A few spins in the field and we'll be rid of the bad luck!"

The household staff swarmed in.

My mother-in-law threw herself in front of my father-in-law and me, screaming, "Don't you dare! Huxley is my…"

Before she could finish, Jennifer shoved her out, causing her to stumble and fall into the snow.

My eyes blazed with fury as I tried to rush over, but two household staff pinned me down.

They roughly tied us up with ropes and dragged us out of the mansion like stray dogs.

The winters in Huntingburg were brutal. Snowfall was heavy, layering the ground with snow so thick that it crunched underfoot.

I was thrown into the snow. The icy cold soaked through my thin clothes in an instant, and the biting chill made me shiver uncontrollably.

Jennifer stood at the door, a smug smile tugging at her lips.

She clapped her hands, and the household staff immediately understood the order.

They grabbed handfuls of snow, packed them into tight balls, and pelted us mercilessly.

The snowballs hit hard, the sensation cold and sharp against my skin. But what stung more was how they treated us like playthings to be mocked.

I struggled desperately and yelled, "Stop! They're Huxley's parents!"

But the howling wind and the falling snow drowned out my screams, and no one paid any attention.

The snowballs continue to rain down on us, hitting my face and body.

My cheeks stung with pain, and my limbs began to go numb.

My father-in-law was getting on in years and was of poor health. His face had gone deathly pale from the torment. Even his lips were turning purple.

My mother-in-law wasn't faring much better against the cold and insults. She cursed Jennifer fiercely.

Then, she suddenly went silent.

I turned just in time to see her face turn a frightening shade of purple before she began convulsing violently. Her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed.

"Mom!" I screamed in terror and scrambled to her side.

Even the household staff were startled by her sudden collapse. They paused and exchanged uneasy glances.

Seizing the moment, I broke free and knelt beside her, calling her name over and over.

My mother-in-law's breaths grew weaker with each passing second. The color drained from her face.

I frantically begged the servants for help, pleading with them to call an ambulance.

Perhaps my mother-in-law's condition scared them enough because finally, someone ran off to call emergency services.

Jennifer remained at the door, watching with that same smug, condescending expression.

"Well, lucky you. You have a mother who knows when to collapse," she said mockingly.

"Leave. You're dirtying my home!"

…

My father-in-law lay in the hospital bed, tears streaming silently down his face. He clutched my hand so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His lips quivered in an effort to speak, but no words came out.

It felt like a crushing weight lodged itself in my chest, making it hard to breathe.

I despised Huxley for being so heartless. I even thought about walking away and letting him deal with the consequences. But then, I saw the hopelessness in my father-in-law's eyes. I couldn't bring myself to leave.

I had to confront Huxley and force him to take responsibility for his actions.

I burst into his office. But the sight before me froze me in place.

Jennifer was straddling Huxley, wearing nothing but a man's shirt, the front gaping open.

Their clothes were disheveled, and their hair was messy. The scent of lust hung thick in the air.

Huxley didn't even flinch when he saw me—only a scornful smile played on his lips.

I bit down on my lip, barely holding back the tears threatening to fall.

Still, my eyes reddened. Tears blurred my vision.

"Oh, here to play the part of a pitiful wife again?"