A Wife's Revenge: Subduing Her Husband's First Love

Saturday was the Andrews family's banquet.

During the event, I didn't see Patric and Kelsey behaving particularly closely anymore.

Maybe my stare had been too obvious.

One day, Patric called me into the CEO's office.

His eyes were full of disdain.

He told me not to have any unrealistic hopes.

I had deliberately distanced from him over the past few days.

It had caught his attention.

But even if he were on his deathbed, he wouldn't fall for me.

I silently reminded myself that I was doing this for Elsa's custody, which was the only reason I didn't throw hot coffee in his face right then and there.

To avoid raising suspicion, I pinched my palm, squeezed out a few tears.

I acted like someone whose little schemes had just been exposed.

I told him that no matter how he treated me, I still loved him.

The more disgusting the words were to me, the more earnestly I said them.

For the family banquet, I arrived at the old house early.

I went there mainly to see Elsa.

Over the past few days, I had crammed on parenting knowledge, researching what children between three and six years old liked.

I brought some carefully selected toys with me.

As soon as I walked in, I saw Elsa in a pink princess dress.

She was sitting in the living room with Patric's mother, Maureen Andrews, watching TV.

When she heard the noise, she glanced at me and then turned her head away.

I respectfully greeted Maureen and gently said to Elsa, "Elsa, this is a gift from Mommy."

She didn't take it.

I placed the gift aside, sat down next to her, and picked her up.

She screamed, "Don't hold me!"

She wriggled out of my arms.

I was about to say something when Patric entered with Kelsey.

Kelsey sweetly greeted Maureen.

Then she walked over with a smile and scooped Elsa into her arms.

"Hello, Elsa! I'm Kelsey. You can call me Auntie. Here's a gift for you," she said.

"Thank you, Auntie," Elsa replied as she accepted the Barbie doll set.

Kelsey held her close and sat down on the sofa directly across from me, playing affectionately with her.

Seeing Patric still standing, she said in a coquettish tone, "Patric, it's hard for me to hold Elsa and open the gift at the same time. Could you help me? I want to teach Elsa how to play with it."

Patric naturally sat down close to them and started opening the gift, while Kelsey chatted with Elsa.

The atmosphere was so harmonious that they looked like a family of three.

Maureen shot me a glance before turning back to watch TV.

She never liked me and wouldn't interfere in Patric's personal life.

Fortunately, I didn't feel any negative emotions.

Or else, this scene would have depressed me for days.

Calmly, I curled up on the sofa, eating grapes while admiring my sweet daughter.

Those sparkling big eyes and her chubby little face were simply delightful.

Elsa wasn't a tool for me to compete with Kelsey.

As long as she was happy, I didn't bother exposing Kelsey's little tricks.

The motherly love I owed Elsa for the past four years, I would make up for it, but not in a rush.

Before I knew it, the fruit platter was almost empty.

I called for Adele to wash some more.

Before I could finish my sentence, a stern male voice rang out.

"All you know is eat. Your husband brought another woman home, and you can still eat?" he scolded.