In a state of profound shock, I beheld the man I had once called my husband, Andrew, boldly reaching his hand directly into the interior of my stepmother's, Amara's, dress. Amara anxiously pushed Andrew away, her voice filled with a sense of unease as she reminded him that I and my father were in the adjacent room. However, Andrew's countenance remained indifferent, as if he scarcely cared about the potential consequences of his actions.
"Don't concern yourself with her. Catherine isn't nearly as astute as one might think, much like her father. She even consented to send him abroad for treatment. Once we manage to get that old man on the plane, everything will draw to a close," Andrew uttered with a certain nonchalance. My eyes widened in astonishment at his words. What on earth were they plotting? I felt an overwhelming urge to scream out in fury, yet I swiftly covered my mouth with my hand, realizing that I needed to hear the remainder of their conversation.
"But are you certain that everything is proceeding smoothly?" Amara inquired, her face etched with nervousness.
"We've been surreptitiously administering those drugs to him for an extended period, but that old man persists in holding on. I truly hope there are no unforeseen mishaps," Andrew replied, a hint of concern creeping into his tone.
"Shh... have no fear, my dear. I've meticulously arranged every detail," Andrew murmured as he encircled Amara's waist with his arms and drew her closer. "I've already devised a means to make Catherine our scapegoat. Once the old man passes away, his beloved daughter will be the sole suspect. Catherine will be incarcerated, and we will inherit all of their wealth."
I stared intently at the bottles in my hands, gasping in horror. So... this was it. The reason behind my father's sudden and mysterious illness?!
"Finally... after all this time of waiting and feigning, we will at last obtain everything we've toiled so arduously for. You're truly brilliant, my love," Amara cooed, planting a kiss upon Andrew's lips, eliciting a self-satisfied smile from him. His hands once again found their way beneath her dress, and a smirk played upon his face.
"So... shouldn't you bestow upon me some form of reward? My manhood has yearned for the warmth of your womanhood so desperately," Andrew leered.
I could no longer endure the sight and sound of their repulsive exchange, and I emerged from my hiding place, striding purposefully towards the despicable pair.
"What the devil, Andrew!!" I shrieked in a fit of rage, finally capturing their attention. Andrew disengaged himself from Amara and turned to fix his gaze upon me. He appeared momentarily startled, but his facial expression promptly reverted to one of callous indifference.
"How dare you!! You've been deceiving me all this while!!" The pain and anger seething within me were beyond description.
"I never truly lied. You were simply too blind to perceive the truth," Andrew retorted, his face darkened with a sinister look, and disgust was plainly evident in his expression. The pain within me intensified even further.
Why... why did he harbor such intense hatred for me that he could deceive me so mercilessly? I had loved him for so many years, with a love that was pure and unwavering. Yet, he seemed incapable of even noticing my pain and instead chose to taunt me.
"We've been engaged in this for an exceedingly long time, right under your very nose, but you always chose to turn a blind eye. Admit it, Catherine, you were already aware that I had someone else in my life, yet you refused to acknowledge it."
"What..." My entire body trembled violently as I fought back a deluge of tears. I knew I was behaving like a deranged woman, a woman who was still deluded enough to seek an answer from her husband. I had sacrificed so much for the sake of marrying him. Couldn't he sense it even a little? Why was he doing this to me?
Andrew shrugged with a contemptuous grin, "Well... since you're so eager to know, I'll enlighten you." My fists clenched tightly as I endeavored to maintain my dignity and stand upright. Andrew stepped forward and grasped my chin firmly.
"Amara was the only woman I ever loved. And every time I had intercourse with you, I had to conjure up her face in order to reach orgasm in your mouth. You're an utterly dull woman, do you understand? If it weren't for my pursuit of happiness with Amara, I wouldn't even deign to touch you." His heartless words shattered me completely.
I opened my mouth, attempting to say something, but failed on several occasions. I didn't know what I could possibly say to make myself appear less foolish. Tears cascaded down my face like a torrential downpour, and I tried my utmost to stop them, but I... simply couldn't. My heart ached as if I were on the verge of dying from the pain. Amara, wearing a scornful smile, walked over and took Andrew's arm.
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