Semua Bab The Billionaire's Forsaken Wife : Bab 121 - Bab 130

ROOSEVELT'S POVImmediately I returned from the hospital, I walked into the quiet hallway of our home, and my legs felt weak from all the running around at the hospital.My daughter Lorna ran out of her bedroom, and she threw her arms around my knees as I dropped down to the floor right away, and I pulled her body into my arms while my eyes filled with tears."Mommy, you were gone for so long," Lorna whispered, pulling back to look at my face with sad eyes."I am here now, my darling," I said, kissing her forehead while my voice broke in my throat.My little boy came running out of the bedroom right behind her, and he threw his arms around my neck with a happy cry. I held both of my children close to my chest, and I made a promise to protect them from the evil people in this world.After I tucked my children into their beds, I walked into the kitchen to prepare a simple dinner for them.My heart was still heaving and my hands trembling so much that I could barely hold the handle of th

ROOSEVELT’S POVBeatrice pulled her hands away from the female officers, and she began to weep loudly like a small child who got caught doing something bad.Her diamond rings clicked against the floor as she stretched her hands out toward Zyran’s shoes, and her fancy hair was falling all over her face."Zyran, my son, please do not do this to your own mother," Beatrice wept, looking up at him with red eyes while her body shook."Think about our family name, and think about what the high-society people will say when they see my face on the television news tomorrow," she pleaded, grabbing the bottom of his trousers with her shaking fingers."If you let these police officers take me away in handcuffs, you will ruin our family reputation forever," she said, wiping her nose with her sleeve while her voice squeaked in her throat.Immediately she said that, I felt a hot-wild anger explode inside my chest when I heard her talk about her stupid high-society reputation after everything she had

CLARA'S POV Over the next three days, I woke up every morning with one single goal inside my heart.I texted Martha constantly from morning till night, sending her sweet messages to ask about her health and her daily work and every time she told me how tired she was after washing dishes, I sent small cash gifts directly to her bank account.I watched my phone screen show the transfer confirmations, and I knew the small amounts of money I have been sending to her would be making her head turn completely."Rich people like Roosevelt will just use your youthful energy and throw you away without giving you anything good," I typed on my phone, sitting on my sofa with a cold smile on my face."You work so hard every day, but your boss lives in luxury and treats you like you do not matter at all," I added, pressing the send button while my heart burned with joy.Martha replied to my text message immediately, and her words showed that she was starting to fall into my trap."Aunty Clara, you

Martha’s PovSir Zyran kept walking closer to me, and I knew that my foolish life was about to enter big trouble."I am just worried about Madam Roosevelt, sir," I lied quickly, taking a step backward toward the kitchen door.My whole body was shaking like a dry leaf inside the wind, and cold sweat was pouring down my face like rain.Sir Zyran did not answer my words at all, as his face burned with fury.His eyes went straight to the small wooden tray sitting on the dining table beside Madam Roosevelt.On top of that tray was the fresh cup of hot herbal tea that I had just brought out from the kitchen for my mistress to drink before sleep.My heart was beating fast inside my chest, as I didn't know what could be running inside his mind right now. “God! I'm finished if they found out” because I knew what I put inside that cup.Sir Zyran walked slowly toward the dining table, and the whole room became very quiet and terrifying.I saw him moving close to the tray, and my legs became weak

ROOSEVELT’S POV‘My own sister-in-law wanted me dead?’ Hearing Clara's name through the bedroom door made my blood run cold.I held my chest with both hands, trying to calm my breathing while Zyran stepped away from the door feeling devastated.He drew me closer to him as he parted my back, "We have to play this game very well, Roosevelt," Zyran whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed and holding my trembling fingers."I will pretend to be very sick so Clara and Martha will think their plan is working," I said, nodding my head to show him I was strong despite feeling devastated already.The next morning, I began again with my acting performance in front of everyone.I stayed inside the bed all day, making my eyes stay low and heavy whenever anyone opened the door.When Martha brought in a small tray of warm porridge into the room, I let out a low groan and turned my face away from the food as I pretended to refuse to eat."Madam, please try to eat a little bit of food," Martha said