My Husband Arranged My Attack For His Mistress

Devon's happiness was clear as day.

"Honey, your sister came to see you."

His focus shifted from me to Cleo, leaving my heart a tangled mess of bitterness and countless small pains.

Cleo was my mother's adopted daughter.

Fearing I would grow up lonely, she had gone to an orphanage to adopt a child my age. Initially, we got along well. Everything changed the day I discovered Cleo swapping out Mom’s medication. When I confronted her, she met my gaze without a hint of fear.

“Even if you tell her, do you think Mom would believe you?”

Cleo always played the role of the perfect daughter in front of Mom. Since that day, she frequently made me look like the bully. Now, my husband and son had chosen her over me, willing to hurt and deceive me for her sake. Cleo's visit had only one purpose, and I knew exactly what it was.

"Sis, how did this all happen to you? Mom waited for you a long time on the day she died," Cleo said with a concerned tone as soon as she entered the hospital room. "We were all so worried about you."

I stayed silent, watching her with a cold glare.

Ignoring my silence, Cleo turned to Devon. "Devon, could I have a moment to talk with my sister? Mom had some things she wanted to say to her before she passed."

Devon, always willing to oblige Cleo, couldn’t refuse her request. "Alright, you two have a good talk. Jake and I will grab a coffee."

Once the door closed again, Cleo let out a mocking laugh, making a sharp noise with her tongue. "The father and son really did a number on you. One call from me, and they actually turned against you."

"My dear sister, did you know? Before Mom died, she kept calling your name. You want to know how she died? I showed her a video of you being taken to the hospital, and she was so furious it finished her off."

I clenched my fists under the sheets. "Cleo, can you honestly say this is fair to Mom?"

Her eyes were icy, nearly overflowing with coldness. "That old woman never saw me as part of the family. Why else would she leave everything to you? She has no peace now."

With that, she laughed loudly. My eyes filled with tears, but due to my injuries, I was powerless against her. Cleo scanned me from head to toe, her hand pressing directly onto my wound.

"I wonder how long you'll stay confident, Evangeline. I fed your mother's ashes to the dogs. You'll never see her again."

I bit back the pain, refusing to let out a sound. Cleo wasn't bothered; she pulled a bracelet from her bag and dangled it in front of me.

I was visibly stunned. “No, give it back to me...”

Before I could finish, she let go, and the bracelet shattered as it hit the floor. I screamed in despair. "No..."

Seeing my reaction, Cleo chuckled with satisfaction. But in the next instant, she dropped to her knees among the broken pieces, covering her face with her hands, her voice filled with emotion. "Sister, I failed to care for Mom. Please don’t be angry. If hitting me makes you feel better, go ahead."

No sooner had she finished than Devon and Jake burst through the door. Their faces turned pale at the scene. "Cleo, what happened to you..." "Aunt Cleo, are you alright..."

Devon immediately asked Jake to help Cleo get checked out, their concern solely for her, oblivious to my wound bleeding through my clothes. "Sister, I'm sorry. I won't trouble you again," Cleo said, her eyes glinting with triumph.

Devon's face darkened immediately. "Cleo is Mom's daughter too. She’s grieving as well. How can you project your emotions onto her?" Jake looked at me with disappointment. "Mom, it’s really disappointing to have a mother like you. Aunt Cleo is family too, you..."

He didn’t finish, but the judgment in his eyes was clear. They were ready to take Cleo for an examination. She glanced back at me, her eyes filled with triumph.

Watching them leave, my heart felt completely desolate.

I pulled my phone out from beneath the covers. The recording app was still running. I stopped it and then dialed the principal.

“Principal, I’d like to apply for a teaching position in the countryside...”