After My Betrayed Wife Found Love Again

I held Thalia tightly as Rowen Harris pushed us into the mansion. Maisie Baker, bundled warmly and accompanied by several caregivers, followed closely behind.

Inside, I was shocked to see several rough-looking men sprawled on the floor, their faces flushed from what seemed like a night of heavy drinking. The house was a mess, resembling the aftermath of a wild party. The bedroom and study were also occupied by people sleeping, and incredibly, the master bed had five people on it, some not even wearing clothes.

I was frantic. "It wasn't me! I haven't been near this place!"

Itzel Patterson appeared, her voice thick with a sob, saying, "Mr. Harris, a crowd of hooligans broke in last night. They claimed Miss Rice gave them keys and invited them to have some fun..."

"They even complained about the child being a nuisance and tossed her into the guard room..."

I was trembling, vigorously shaking my head. "I don't know them! I was at the hospital yesterday. How could I have given them keys?"

"Yes... She was with me yesterday, Rowen. Why not wake them up and ask?" Maisie tugged at Rowen’s sleeve. His furious expression softened immediately, and he ordered someone to wake the nearest man.

"Who let you in?!"

The thug blinked groggily and said, "A woman named Camille Rice gave us a key, said the mansion was empty, and invited us over... Hey, bring some more whiskey!"

In his hand was my set of keys, the one with my teddy bear keychain. I instinctively patted my pocket, only to find it empty.

"It's not me. I lost my keys. It's not me!"

"Still denying it? Poor Maisie was concerned about you and insisted on coming home. Otherwise, I wouldn't have known about your disgusting scheme!"

"You were planning an orgy in the mansion with these people!"

Growing more impatient, Rowen instructed Itzel to lock me in the guard room. Behind me, Maisie cooed sweetly, "Rowen, she's just being silly. Why get so upset?"

"She won’t learn unless she's taught a lesson. This house is filthy now; let's stay somewhere else."

The guard room door was locked, and through the glass, I watched them leave with a triumphant flourish. Maisie, surrounded by everyone, cast a smug smile my way.

As night fell, I finally calmed Thalia down and got her to sleep, but then the lights suddenly went out. I figured it was a power issue and reached for my phone to book a train ticket. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a lock clicking, and in the moonlight, Maisie appeared. Without Rowen around, her eyes were full of malice.

"Wanting a million after the divorce, Camille? I really underestimated your shamelessness!"

I immediately hugged Thalia and backed away, but the cramped room offered no escape.

"Maisie, I have no quarrel with you. Why do you keep tormenting me?"

"No quarrel? If it weren't for you, I would have married Rowen!"

I furrowed my brow. As an orphan, I knew I had no right to marry someone like him. Last year, I happened to save his grandfather, Maxwell Hayes, during a heart attack. Grateful, he pressured Rowen to marry me. Rowen agreed, and we got our marriage license.

There was no wedding, just a single line in the company announcement. After the marriage, Rowen treated me as an outlet for his frustration, tormenting me until I could barely get out of bed. Within a month, I was pregnant.

I thought having a family would bring stability, but Maxwell passed away a week before I gave birth, leaving me with no support. So Maisie believed I'd taken her place as Mrs. Harris?

"But now you have what you wanted. Why can't you just let me be?"

"No! If you and Rowen hadn't married, I wouldn't have gone drinking at the pub, and I wouldn't be stuck with this unwanted child!"

"It's all your fault! Camille, I want you gone!"

She grabbed a baton from the table and lunged at me. I quickly dodged. The next moment, she let out a piercing scream and deliberately crashed into the bedpost, collapsing to the floor.

Rowen burst in:

"Camille! Are you out of your mind?"