My Husband is Playing Truth or Dare With My Mother's Life

Four days after moving out of the villa and back to my mom's old house, I picked the cemetery.

I was getting ready to bury my mom's urn.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Michael's stern face.

Emily was next to him, with four bodyguards behind him.

Michael rushed into the house, looking around frantically.

Finally, he came back to me and demanded, "Where's Mom?"

I looked at the urn wrapped in black cloth in my hand and croaked, "It's too late to look for her now!"

Michael's face darkened.

Anger flashed in his eyes, "Where did you hide her?"

I stared at him, confused, "What are you talking about?"

"Don't you get it? Emily's health is fragile. Why would Mom steal her special medicine formula? That's her lifeline!"

"You just can't stand her, can you?"

Michael's voice was ice cold.

His words cut deep.

I thought Michael put on all the acts because he was aware that he went too far and about to apologize for everything he'd done.

Or maybe he felt guilty after finding out my mom had died.

But no, he was here to accuse Mom because of Emily.

This was too much.

It wasn't enough that he caused her death, now he wanted to slander her too.

I stared at Michael coldly and said, "If you want to protect Emily, fine, but don't drag my mom into this."

Michael shoved his phone in my face and said coldly, "See for yourself."

A surveillance video played.

In the video, a woman entered Emily's villa, looking around.

A few minutes later, she sneaked out with something in her arms.

The woman in the video looked a lot like my mom, from her dress to her figure and profile.

After the video ended, Emily's eyes filled with tears, and she said, all pitiful, "After your mom secretly came to my house yesterday, my special medicine disappeared. Sarah, I didn't do anything to provoke your mom, did I? Why would she come after my life?"

Emily has severe asthma. The special medicine she mentioned is what she needs every time she has an attack.

I heard that the formula is unique and priceless.

If the formula is lost, Emily would be without her life-saving medicine, which is a big deal.

But I knew this was just a sad drama she was putting on.

"Sarah, I've told you before, I only see Emily as a little sister. She's not in good health, so what's wrong with me taking better care of her? Why can't you believe me? Why would Mom steal her formula?"

Disappointment laced Michael's words.

Clearly, he'd already decided my mom was a thief.

I looked at him and said sadly, "Michael, you and my mom were like mother and son. Don't you know her? Do you really think she'd steal?"

Hearing this, Michael's frown relaxed a bit, and he seemed moved.

Seeing this, Emily jumped in at the right time,

"Sarah, I hope your mom didn't steal it, but I ran into her outside yesterday after she left my house. I asked why she came, and she said she was looking for Michael. Her tone was so fierce, like she thought I was some kind of villain..."

Emily looked more and more pitiful as she spoke, finally accusing me with tears in her eyes, "The witnesses and evidence are all here, and you're still defending her. Isn't that wrong?"

Emily's voice was soft, but her words were sharp.

Hearing this, Michael's face, which had just softened, instantly turned cold and stern again.

"Tell Mom to hand over the stuff. This is Emily's life we're talking about. You can't just do whatever you want."

Emily was obviously lying. My mom had been dead for a week. How could she have seen her yesterday?

But Michael still believed Emily's lies.

Over the years, my mom treated him like a son, accepting and caring for him wholeheartedly.

But what does she get in return?

The label of a thief.

Ridiculous.

My mom's years of dedication were worth less than a single word from Emily.

My mom was still thinking about him until her death.

At this moment, I really felt sorry for my mom.

Michael had been bewitched by Emily, and he wouldn't believe anything I said.

Never mind.

Too tired to argue, I stopped talking and just walked past Michael and left.

Emily chased me outside the yard and stopped me,

"Sarah, if you leave like this, what about my medicine? Hurry and ask your mom to hand over my stuff!"

I looked at Emily and said bitterly, "Emily, if you want to be a mistress, then be one, but don't use my mom to get ahead."

"You know whether my mom stole your recipe or not. You did this just to be with Michael. I'll help you."

"I've already signed the divorce papers. As soon as Michael signs them, you two can be together openly."

After saying that, I walked around Emily and left.

But Emily still didn't give up and continued to stop me, "Sarah, stop confusing people and twisting the truth. Are you in such a hurry to leave because you feel guilty? What's in your black cloth? Is my formula in it?"

After saying that, she reached out without hesitation and yanked the urn wrapped in black cloth from my hand.

Emily usually looks frail, but at this moment she had the strength to snatch my things.

I wasn't paying attention, and she pulled the urn out of my hand.

By the time I reacted, the urn had already fallen heavily to the ground.

The ashes scattered all over the ground.

It reflected a pale light and hurt my eyes.

My mind exploded instantly, and a fire of anger burned in my chest.

"I thought it was my formula? Turns out it's just a box of flour..."

Emily muttered with disgust.

Slap!

Before she could finish, I slapped her hard across the face.

"How dare you hit me?"

Emily covered her face and looked at me in disbelief.

"I'm going to kill you too!"

I lunged at Emily like a madwoman.

My mom died in a game between her and Michael.

Now Emily had smashed my mom's urn.

I can't stand it.

"Stop her!"

Behind us, Michael gave an order.

Two bodyguards came forward instantly and held me tightly on the left and right.

I couldn't move an inch.

Emily covered her face and huddled in Michael's arms, "Michael, I feel so much pain and discomfort..."

After saying that, Emily suddenly started breathing heavily as if she was triggered.

"Emily, don't be anxious, breathe slowly, and don't get your heart racing."

Michael hurriedly comforted Emily, his eyes full of anxiety and concern.

Emily glanced at me secretly, then spoke softly to Michael, "Michael, I just want my formula back, is that wrong? I know you always love Sarah, but you can't spoil her like this, can you? It's too much."

As she spoke, she almost burst into tears.

Michael was heartbroken and comforted her softly, "Emily, don't worry, I will definitely get to the bottom of this."

After saying that, Michael walked up to me, stared at me with stern eyes, and said coldly,

"Sarah, it seems I've been too lenient with you, which is why you're so out of control. For a box of flour, you actually attacked Emily."

"Hurry up and apologize to her."