My Husband's First Love, My Stepsister Returns: My Revenge

I stopped and turned to glance at her.

"What do we even have to talk about? Oh? Maybe how you helped me discover that mysterious safe?

"Or should we talk about how you're planning to marry Daniel as the second wife?"

I laughed out loud as I watched Ivy's face turn pale.

Daniel's safe had always been protected by a double password.

I had tried countless times in private, but I could never open it.

Yet, the day before Ivy's baby's full month celebration, the safe was suddenly open.

Other than Ivy, who came around under the pretense of discussing the banquet details, who else could've opened it?

"Grace, I never intended to hurt you... I just thought you had the right to know everything."

Ivy held her child with one hand and reached out to grab me with the other.

Honestly, when I first returned, Ivy and I got along quite well.

I pitied her and took good care of her.

But now, thinking back, there's always something despicable about the pitiable.

"This could've been buried with me, but you just had to dig it all up to disgust me. Ivy, are you addicted to playing the innocent?"

I shook Ivy's hand off, and she pretended to twist her ankle, toppling over with her child in her arms.

The sound of a car horn echoed in my ears, and I grinned.

I didn't know whether to praise Ivy's calculations or marvel at their uncanny coordination.

One set the stage, the other came to perform.

Without these two stars, the Southside Opera Troupe would be heartbroken.

I turned and smiled at Daniel as he stepped out of the car, then gave a sharp push, sending him into the pool.

"Grace!"

His violent roar pierced through my ears.

I turned around, arms crossed, staring defiantly at Daniel.

"It's hot, Ms. Watson thought it would be nice to cool off in the pool with her child."

Daniel called the doctor, causing quite a commotion.

From the second floor, I leaned over the railing, watching the chaos unfold below.

Ivy huddled in Daniel's arms, trembling, her lips pale.

The moment Daniel looked up and saw me, his anger flared. He dropped Ivy and stormed up the stairs in just a few strides.

I sat down, poured myself some coffee, and waited for Daniel to come up and confront me.

"Grace, you pushed a child into the pool! Did you even think about the consequences?!"

Daniel glared at me, his body stiff as if he was holding back endless rage.

I didn't say a word, just took a sip of my coffee.

Daniel stormed forward and flipped the table over. The scalding coffee spilled everywhere, and the sound of shattered porcelain echoed throughout the hall.

I was quick enough to dodge, with only the hem of my dress getting a little stained by the coffee.

"Don't play that silence-is-golden card. You're treating a life like a joke, and you still have the mood to sit here drinking coffee?

"Grace, how did you become like this?"

Daniel stared at me, confusion clouding his eyes, baffled by how cruel I had become.

Yet, even then, he didn't ask me a single question.

"Grace, what happened to you?"

Faced with his relentless questioning and insults, I didn't get angry. Instead, I smiled.

"She doesn't care whether her child lives or dies. Why should I, as an outsider, care?

"Daniel, if you're blind, go to the hospital and get it checked.

"She pretended to trip with her baby in front of me. If I didn't push her, she wouldn't have been able to pull off this act, and you wouldn't have had your stage either!"

I shoved the stunned Daniel aside and looked down at Ivy from above, laughing.

"Ms. Watson, your acting is something. I know people in the entertainment industry. Do you want me to introduce you? At least you could earn some money for baby formula."

Ivy lowered her head, pressing her lips together without saying a word.

"Let me tell you, Ivy, you've messed with the wrong person."

After saying that, I turned to look at Daniel, who was still standing there. I casually straightened his collar and patted the dust off his shoulder.

"Daniel, it's one thing not to have eyes, but you can't go without a brain."

There were surveillance cameras all around the house. If Daniel wanted the truth, he didn't need to hear it from me.

This whole farce was just Ivy playing into his temperament.

He was bound to come after me, not caring about the truth.

Humming a little tune, I sauntered past Daniel and confidently headed downstairs.

As I walked past Ivy, I took a few steps before turning back, leaning close to her and whispering, "Ms. Watson, are you hoping to see me and Daniel get divorced?

"Maybe when I'm in a good mood, I'll put on a show for you and ask for some acting tips."