Wife's Second Chance

Malisa’s POV Just like any other day, I finished breakfast. When Eric was about to take Serena to school, I stopped him.“Serena’s hair is a bit messy. Let me fix it.”I took my daughter to the bathroom, closed the door, and lifted up her shirt. Her skin was smooth and flawless, without a single bruise. Nothing like the scarred body I had seen in my previous life.So, what was going on? How could her body be covered in fresh and old bruises just hours later?“Honey, are you done yet? Serena's going to be late,” Eric called from outside the door, interrupting my thoughts.I opened the door and looked at him. “I’ll take her to school today.”Eric looked a little confused but smiled and said, “Alright, thanks, babe.” He didn’t hesitate, turned around, and started cleaning up the table. His reaction was so normal that it didn’t raise any suspicion.But the more he acted like this, the more determined I became to uncover the truth.On the way to school, I couldn’t help but ask Serena, “Ha

Malisa's POVEric stared at me with eyes full of anger that pretended to be sincere, like an actor who almost believed too much in the role he was playing. There was something sharp in his gaze, like a flash of fire that was trying to be hidden behind a forced smile. His eyes were scornful. I could feel the tension pent up in his demeanor, an inner battle that he was trying to hide behind a mask of fake anger. Every movement of his body was tense, as if he was on the verge of exploding, but trying to hold himself back. On the other hand, Serena's homeroom teacher tried to maintain a calm face, but I could see a faint uncertainty emerging. Her lips were tightly closed, her eyes focused on the crowd, trying to control the increasingly unruly situation. But her fingers that held the microphone were shaking slightly. The subtle movement, though small, showed that she was not as strong as she tried to appear. There was panic slowly creeping beneath the surface of her calm, like an invis

Flash back Malisa POV I feel a bit relieved now after thoroughly berating Eric. Someone I once trusted deeply in my life. But now, in my mind, he is a master manipulator whom I want to push into the pit he has dug for himself. However, on the other hand, my disappointment in him is immense. Yet, there is still a glimmer of sweet memories that I clearly remember from our time together. Especially during our family gatherings. The warmth in the house, and occasionally going out to have fun together with Eric and Serena. Our laughter and jokes seemed to be a balm for our sorrows, but now everything has vanished, swallowed by time and the evil that has long been hidden behind my ignorance. The pain stings every time I recall those beautiful moments. On one hand, I want to forget everything, but on the other hand, those memories continue to haunt me. What happened to us? How could someone I loved become such a stranger? Now, I stand at a crossroads. I have to choose between moving

Malisa’s POV My mind drifted to Mrs. Lina's house. Tension and uncertainty clouded my thoughts, making me feel the need to learn more about what was happening there. I had to check on Serena and try to regain her trust. With renewed determination, I decided to go outside and find a way to approach this situation.It might be a good idea to monitor in front of Mrs. Lina's house first. I needed to ensure that the news from my assistant was indeed true. The curiosity made me uncomfortable staying here.With firm resolve, I quickly prepared to leave. Perhaps, from outside her house, I could see signs of whether Serena was there. Every second was valuable, and I had to ensure my daughter's safety. Without further thought, I stepped outside, heading toward Mrs. Lina's house.It wasn't too late, and I had to arrive there to see if anyone was coming in or out of the house. I drove my car at high speed, driven by the mounting curiosity gnawing at my mind.

Eric's POVMy mission was successful, and I was satisfied to see Serena's change of opinion towards Malisa. At least now, Serena's trust in Malisa was gone. That was what I wanted, and finally, all my efforts paid off.Serena no longer wanted to live with Malisa. Seeing her move away from Malisa gave me a sense of relief. I knew this step would have a big impact, and even though there was a feeling of guilt that hung over me, I was sure this was the right decision.Now, I could take a step closer to Serena. With Malisa no longer an obstacle, I felt free to pursue what I wanted.However, even so, I had to keep adding hate and hitting her repeatedly. My goal was clear: to ensure that Serena would not change her mind and try to return to her mother. I didn't want that to happen because my plan to seize Malisa's wealth and throne through the sole heir, Serena, would be easily read and ultimately fail.My strategy had to be right. Every word I said had to seem to strengthen Serena's view o