Ch. His Infidelity 3 His Infidelity 3

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The next day, Reed only sent me a message. 

[Hey, remember you’re going to Mom and Dad’s place today. I’m a bit busy, so I asked my secretary to pick you up. Take care of yourself.] 

I swiped the message away without replying. 

After waiting for two hours, I finally realized that Reed’s so-called “secretary pickup” was nothing more than empty words. 

I almost decided not to go at all. But then I remembered the two heirlooms of the arranged marriage, still in my mother-in-law’s possession at their place. 

In the end, I turned around and got in the car. 

My parents’ deaths had been too sudden, leaving me with little. Those heirlooms were among the few things they’d left behind for me. 

The moment I stepped through the door, I saw Haven laughing happily with Helena, my mother-in-law. 

Haven was dressed in haute couture, a dazzling gemstone gleaming on her neck. 

I instantly recognized it-that was the gem Reed had bought at an auction. 

Before I could speak, Haven had already noticed me. 

A flash of triumph flickered in her eyes. Then, in a feigned tone of concern, she turned to Helena and said, “Auntie, how could I possibly live here? Reed and I were once engaged. If Willow found out, I’m afraid she’d be terribly upset.” 

Helena let out a snort. “Don’t mind her. That woman must be cursed; she brought death to both her parents and couldn’t even keep a five-month pregnancy. If it weren’t for the fact that her parents just died, I would’ve told Reed to divorce her ages ago-before she curses my son too.” Her expression softened as she turned back to Haven with a beaming smile. “What matters most now is the baby you’re carrying. If Willow dares to complain, I’ll throw her out myself!” For a moment, it felt like my throat was being crushed. 

Haven was pregnant with Reed’s child?! 

I stared at the smile on my mother-in-law’s face and thought back to how she used to treat me. 

When I married Reed, the Hetheringtons were in a crisis. I had used my family’s funds to help them through it while Haven couldn’t wait to break off her engagement with him and flee to Poland. 

Back then, Helena would light up with joy every time she saw me, claiming she treated me like her own daughter. 

Now, just days after my parents’ funeral, she was suddenly a completely different person. 

Maybe this had always been her true face. 

The thought left a bitter ache in my chest. I turned away, not sparing them another glance, and 

started toward the stairs. 

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But before I could take a single step, someone yanked me back hard. 

Helena glared at me, her face dark with contempt. Beside her, Haven watched with mocking 

amusement. 

The old woman barked at the housekeeper. “Slap her-twice!” She pursed her lips before hissing at me. “Where’s your manners? Sulking every day since your parents died-what, do you think I should put up with your attitude?” 

The housekeeper obeyed immediately, delivering two harsh slaps to my face. My cheek burned red on the spot. 

I struggled free, glaring at Helena with hatred boiling in my chest. 

She noticed the look in my eyes and grew even more furious. 

“Wretched woman! What kind of look is that? Planning to raise a hand against me now? Go hit this little tramp to death!” 

The housekeeper stepped forward, ready to strike again. 

Just then, Reed came slowly down the stairs, a frown on his face. 

‘That’s enough! Willow is my wife. Mom, how could you treat her like this?!” 

He reached out, trying to pull me into his arms, his eyes filled with what looked like concern as ne glanced at my face. 

slapped his hand away and lowered my eyes, refusing to let him see the disgust in them. 

Ever since I learned the truth, every time he touched me, I felt sick. 

He stiffened for a moment, and then he turned to his mother, saying, “Let it go. Haven’s staying here tonight, remember? Didn’t you already prepare a room for her? Take her up to have a look.” Helena huffed coldly. “You just keep protecting that witch. Careful-she’ll curse you to death 

00.” 

She shot me a malicious glare before turning and stepping upstairs with Haven. 

As Haven passed me, she turned her head and smiled for some reason. 

A moment later, like a stringless butterfly, that bitch tumbled down the stairs. 

Willow’s POV