After His Mistress Murdered Grandma, I Tore Their World Apart

Gradually, she turned her gaze toward me, even reaching out with a trembling hand. I understood this was her final act of strength. My heart clenched, and I hurriedly leaned closer.

Grandma's eyes were red and swollen as she shakily wiped my tears away. "Colette, it was wrong of Grandma to have you marry into the Nichols family," she whispered.

"I know that scoundrel is seeing someone else. I wanted to stand up for you, but that arrogant woman pushed me down the stairs. It's Grandma's fault for being unable to protect you..."

"After I'm gone, leave that man... I've realized my mistake. All those years of supporting your education were never meant for you to stay in the Nichols family as their caretaker."

"You deserve your own happiness, Colette. Take care of yourself."

As her words faded, her frail hand dropped from my face, and the beeping of the monitor filled the room. I watched in anguish as a tear slipped from her eye and those eternally gentle eyes closed for the last time.

I gasped silently, collapsing onto the cold sheets and unable to hold back my sobs. "Grandma!"

After completing the paperwork, I returned to the Nichols house, clutching the documents Grandma left behind. It was already past midnight, and Lennon still hadn't come home.

Exhausted, I sank into the sofa and pulled out my phone, intending to confront Lennon. But as soon as I turned it on, a trending topic on Twitter caught my eye.

"Rising Star and Mystery Boyfriend's Sweet Getaway!"

There he was—Lennon Nichols—caught in a photo standing beside Yareli Watkins. The paparazzi had captured plenty of shots.

One showed him wearing sunglasses and carrying her shopping bags in his left hand, while his right arm curled around Yareli as they chatted intimately. Their relationship appeared undeniably close.

Feeling hollow, I clicked on Yareli's Twitter to see her response.

"Sorry to occupy public space," she wrote. "Since the photos are out, I won't hide it anymore. This is my childhood friend, and we're very happy. Please respect his privacy."

She tagged Lennon's profile at the end. Her surge in popularity had swiftly drawn protective fans around her.

"I know this guy—he's the brother-in-law, CEO of the Nichols Group! Who would've guessed they were childhood friends—so sweet," commented one user.

"They even wear matching rings. Looks like a wedding is on the horizon," speculated another.

"Our brother-in-law silently supporting without seeking credit—it must be tough. I'm rooting for you two. Sis, you deserve happiness."

Though Lennon remained silent publicly, Yareli pinned the post, cementing their relationship in the public's view. With each read, I felt an increasing chill. I glanced down at the diamond ring on my finger.

This was the ring Lennon bought when he proposed. Though we never had a formal ceremony, I treasured this connection, and hence, the ring, which I never removed after our wedding day.

I noticed Lennon had changed his ring.

When I questioned him about it, he lashed out angrily, "Can you stop being so paranoid? I can’t stand it when you’re like this! When you have a suspicious mind, everything looks suspicious!"

Convinced I’d misunderstood, I apologized profusely back then. Now, with hindsight, those words felt like a slap in the face.

Lennon had long since fallen out of love. His feelings for Yareli were anything but sibling affection or kindness. He was romantically involved with her.

While I was grieving at the hospital, while Grandma lay there never to wake again, Lennon had the nerve to be carefree with his 'beloved childhood friend.' Now, everyone online praised them as the perfect pair!

It was all so absurd. I couldn't help but sit there on the sofa, trembling with quiet laughter. Ultimately, I slipped the ring off my finger and tossed it into the trash.

The "clang" it made was jarring. I stared coldly at the now tarnished ring, reflecting the wreckage of my and Lennon's broken relationship.

If that was the case, then there was no reason to continue. Holding onto an unfaithful man was worthless.

The following morning, after dropping Kiara off at school, I immediately sought advice from a lawyer friend about filing for divorce. I also started collecting evidence to bring her murderer to justice in court.

What a perfect couple they were—one a killer, the other a cheating lover. Once the truth was out, I'd love to see if they could keep up those smug faces!