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Irene, in her nightgown, looked at me, barely holding back laughter.
She truly was a picture of innocence. Even though we were the same age, she still exuded that youthful charm.
I frowned. Antonio said, “Grace, what are you doing? If you don’t love me anymore, why are you still dressing up like Irene?”
“Silly, don’t be so mean to Grace. It’s normal for people to wear similar outfits. I’m sure she didn’t do it on purpose.” Irene struggled to suppress her laughter.
Fraser snorted. “Rene, she did it on purpose. It’s so ridiculous. Copying someone’s hairstyle and outfit? Seriously?”
Irene didn’t say anything, waiting to see how I would respond.
I stood up and slapped Fraser across the face.
I didn’t hold back.
Fraser’s youthful face instantly swelled, his lips bleeding at the corner.
He covered his cheek, staring at me in disbelief.
I had never laid a finger on him in the fifteen years of his life.
But now, I put all my strength into it. If I could, I’d beat this ungrateful brat to death!
Antonio was stunned. “Grace, how could you slap our son? Are you insane?”
“This bastard loves his father’s mistress more than his own mother. Doesn’t he deserve it?” I shook my hand and tightened my slightly loosened hair updo.
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Fraser’s lips trembled, but he didn’t say anything.
Irene protested. “Mind your words. I’m not a mistress. I knew Antonio. before you did…”
“Alright, mistress, hurry up and make breakfast for your husband. Being Mr. Kaufman’s perfect wife isn’t easy” Then, I turned to Fraser, waving him off. “Get lost, brat. You have no right to yell at me. Watch your tone from now on.”
“You…” Fraser wanted to say something, but all those words somehow. got stuck in his throat.
Finally, he turned and stormed off.
“Fine! From now on, we’re done. I don’t need a shrew like you to be my
mother!”
Good. I fully support that!
I couldn’t care less. Antonio and Fraser disgusted me.
I couldn’t stand them for another second.
I played the piano for a while and found the touch of my youth again. Lazily, I stretched with a smile.
It was time to go back to who I was.
The first thing I should do was to leave this house!
I had the housekeeper, Emilia Rivera, pack my things and walk out of the villa without looking back.
Emilia secretly called Antonio to inform him I was leaving.
Antonio had Emilia put the phone on speaker and raised his voice, “If she
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wants to leave, let her. Why should I care?”
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I looked back with a smile, thinking, “Nobody cares whether you care or
not.
“Bye–bye.”
I moved into my other villa and embraced a life of solitude.
Living alone naturally meant finding things to do.
I worked out, traveled, danced, and hired male escorts sometimes.
But most importantly, I practiced the piano.
