All Chapters of Second Wife From the Brothel: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Everyone in the room was shocked, and Yuan was no exception. Seeing the courage in Monica's eyes, Yuan decided to stop looking for the look of fear that Arini used to show her. Monica tried to regain her composure; she maintained a smile and told Yuan to stop acting as if she didn't recognize her.“Mother, I am trying to fix everything. Please do not blow a problem out of proportion that shouldn't be a problem at all!” Monica said.“Fine,” Yuan finally replied. She could not keep arguing or fighting with Monica because, in reality, the person she was facing was not Arini. To break the tension, Monica shifted Yuan's emotions by inviting her to eat together. Her personality was truly worlds apart.Yuan was now beginning to understand that Arini was not actually a beloved daughter-in-law; instead, she was a poor girl who had often been mistreated. Yuan wondered why her own attitude had been so sweet at the hospital, acting as if she loved Arini the most and as if she didn't care about he

WOUNDS OF THE PASTYuan sat in front of her vanity, staring at the wrinkles starting to form on her face. She was still beautiful, but the wrinkles bothered her. Her reflection showed a woman barely containing her rage."Arghhh!!!".Yuan swept all the cosmetics off the table, leaving the room in a mess. Her hands were tightly clenched; heartache, resentment, and hatred swirled together."Watch out, Arini! You shouldn't act like this toward Yuan. It seems she has forgotten one thing: she once kissed my feet like an animal. I promise myself I will make her realize her true place".Yuan was furious. She recalled the intimate scene between her son and Arini. Now she felt she was facing a bolder version of Arini, especially with Nathan now tending to side with her. He could no longer be provoked by his mother. Nathan had truly changed, ignoring his promise to hurt Arini until she vanished from the earth."How dare she play games with Yuan!" she growled.Yuan stood up and went to the bed. S

"Monica, come out!" Nathan shouted, calling for Monica with a face contorted in rage. He was a man who could not stand being humiliated, and Monica had just done exactly that to him. Monica, who had been preparing to take a short rest, felt disturbed by his shouting. "Hey! Where is your mistress?" Nathan barked at a maid. The maid only bowed her head in fear and offered no answer, which clearly frustrated him. Just as he was about to approach her to teach her a lesson, the sound of footsteps descending the stairs halted his actions. "Is this how a guest behaves when visiting someone's home?" Nathan let out a heavy sigh, staring at Monica as she chose to sit in a chair and meet his gaze. "What brings you here?" she asked. "Who was that man earlier?" Instead of answering her, he countered with a question of his own, which immediately provoked Monica's laughter. Seeing her response only fueled Nathan’s anger further; he felt she was trampling on his pride. "Don't forget, Monica

"Where are you going after this, Arini?" William asked. "Shopping. Why? Do you want to come with me?" Monica asked, making William feel awkward. Arini had never been this bold before. "But, Nathan..." "He isn't with me, William." "Alright then, if you’ll allow it." The two walked side by side. Despite the many changes in Arini, William was glad that the current Arini was much more open and cheerful. She was the same girl who used to hide behind his back when bullied by Nathan or Ambar—the one he often carried around the house to soothe her when she cried loudly after being hurt by Yuan and her siblings. After they finished shopping, William escorted Monica to the parking lot. He actually wanted to ask when Arini had learned to drive, especially since she used to spend all her time at home because of Nathan. However, he chose to remain silent; perhaps during her treatment, Nathan had taught her. After all, Arini had mentioned earlier that their relationship was starting to impro

The hospital ward became quiet and still. No one was there; even the nurses had stopped checking on patients at this hour. They were likely exhausted, but Monica did not care; she preferred solitude and spending her time alone. Her mind began to race, searching for a way to access the second floor without having to sneak around like a thief. With pale lips and her back leaning against a pillow, she stared out the window, intentionally leaving the curtains open. She also had to ensure her movements weren't being watched by Nathan’s servants. Irish was already like an intelligence agent in her house, and the other servants were likely no different.Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approached her room. Without turning her head, she tried to remain indifferent."How are you, Monica?" Nathan’s voice sounded serious."Why are you here?" she asked in return, ignoring his question.Nathan chose to sit in a chair at the corner of the room by the entrance. "I was worried about you," he replied