CHAPTER 6: CHAPTER 6: TIMOTHY XAVIER’S SECRET

Timothy has always been so high and mighty, it’s impossible for him to directly ask me to continue making vegetarian dishes for him.

But he’s so picky with his appetite, with extremely high demands for food, he simply called his assistant and instructed, "Find a chef proficient in vegetarian cuisine, money is no object, I want to see them tomorrow."

At this point, Serena Sawyer, who had been acting like a bullied guest since earlier, finally spoke up.

"Miss Ellison, I know you have issues with me. It was a bit abrupt for me to move in with Doris..."

I kept my face calm: "You knew it was abrupt, yet you still shamelessly moved in? Is there nowhere else in the world you can call home apart from Timothy Xavier’s house and mine? Is this how Serena Sawyer has to rely on interference to have a place to stay all her life?

Serena’s face flushed with anger, wanting to argue but held back, tears welling up as she gazed at Timothy.

I was the only one who noticed her hand tightly clenched under the tablecloth.

Doris may be just a kid, but she also picked up on my unpleasant tone.

So she fearfully ran to Timothy Xavier and sat on his lap, softly asking, "Daddy, who is this auntie? She’s so fierce."

"Don’t be afraid, Doris, this auntie... isn’t a bad person."

Timothy gave me a warning look, but he didn’t go as far as scolding me in front of Serena.

I figured it was because this time he brought the mother-daughter duo back home to cause trouble under my nose, and my "cooperation" by not making a fuss left him with a sense of guilt.

So he didn’t dare to push his luck further; he couldn’t expect me to accept his mistress and also smile and laugh with them, right?

Since Serena couldn’t stir up the conflict between Timothy and me, she visibly grew unhappy, and the vegetarian dishes on the table became even more tasteless.

Inside, I couldn’t help but feel sarcastic.

Timothy has believed in Buddhism for three years, and as someone who loves meat, I’ve eaten vegetarian with him for those three years too.

Yet Serena wants to snatch the man, but she can’t even pass this hurdle.

Having eaten my fill, I put down my chopsticks and left the table amidst their complex glances.

Returning to the guest room, I took a deep breath, looking around at the home I’ve lived in for nearly four years.

Moving from the master bedroom to the guest room made me feel more like a guest.

I hadn’t slept last night and wanted to catch up on sleep at noon, but I heard knocking on the door.

Upon opening the door, Serena stood there with a large bag in her hand, saying, "Miss Ellison, I’m sorry, inside are your and Timothy’s wedding photos. He said it wouldn’t be good for Doris to see them, so would you mind putting them away?"

"There’s no need, throw them in the trash."

I said expressionlessly and went to close the door.

But Serena wasn’t angry, clearly unwilling to give up.

She quickly blocked the doorframe with a soft voice, "Miss Ellison, Doris is a secret between Timothy and me, it’s confidential. There’s no need to sulk, you can hang these photos back up once we’re gone."

A secret?

Fine, fine, you two have your secrets, your confidential matters, and I’m just a piece in your play, right?

Not wanting to waste more words with her, I directly took the bag from her hand and tossed it casually into my room.

The glass frame inside shattered, and Serena was momentarily shocked, seeing no trace of regret on my face, seeming quite disbelieving.

Perhaps in her view, I’m the deeply wronged wife betrayed by my husband.

I should be crouching over the shattered glass pieces, crying.

I glanced disdainfully at the bag lying on the ground and said, "Alright, I’ve put away the photos, is there anything else? Should I put away the bed Timothy and I slept on in the bedroom as well?"

Serena was rendered speechless, her delicate features filled with unwillingness.

But what she received was my harsh door slam.

I didn’t look at the photos in the bag again and directly left them by the door.

I’ll ask Nanny Lowell to throw them away later.

After waking from my nap, I opened WeChat to find a new friend request.

Upon opening it, the profile picture was Doris.

Using my toes, I knew it was Serena trying to add me.

I didn’t reject it but accepted the friend request.

It was exactly as I guessed, she intended to use WeChat Moments to stimulate me 24/7.

What I should have ignored, I instead foolishly opened the Moments.

Serena indeed knows the entertainment world well, knowing how to clear her own name, not a single family photo, not even her own face.

However, Timothy and Doris’s faces were clear as day, each special occasion marked with grid photos and corresponding text.

When I was pregnant before, I couldn’t help but fantasize and look forward to Timothy as a father.

Ironically, that expectation was never realized on my own, but the answer came from his lover’s Moments.

I slid my finger down the screen bit by bit, wanting to see when Timothy started cheating.

Suddenly I stopped at a certain date.

It wasn’t the date of Timothy’s infidelity, but it was the darkest day of my life.