Chapter 4

I finally understood what he meant by telling me not to regret it.

This man wasn't satisfied with just giving away the earrings—he had to go this far!

It truly refreshed my understanding of him once again.

How could someone be so shameless?!

"Mom, Owen says it's only right to be filial to you."

"He also says after Dad's funeral is over, he'll take a few days off work to take you out to relax."

"Even if just for us, you must take care of your health."

Emily's voice trembled, tears instantly welling up.

Laura's eyes filled with tears as she gripped Emily's hand and nodded firmly.

Seeing this scene, my emotions were incredibly complex.

A loving mother and filial daughter, a harmonious family.

Without all this mess, I might have admired them like everyone else.

But all these happy scenes were built on trampling the happiness of me and my entire family!

Emily gracefully attended to the guests like a competent hostess.

Laura in front of me sighed deeply again, as if talking to me, yet also to herself:

"Owen even suggested bringing me to live at his place."

She pulled out a grayscale photo of her late husband from her pocket.

She touched the smiling face in the photo, a tear falling.

"Owen is a good man who knows how to care for people."

"Emily is with him, so you can rest in peace."

"Even I can close my eyes without worry now."

I instinctively clenched my fists, my brows furrowing.

My heart felt like it was being stirred by something, unbearably painful.

But whatever is owed must be repaid, no matter who it is, right?

Images suddenly flashed through my mind.

When Mom was critically ill, I knelt crying by her bed, hands trembling as I accepted the jewelry box.

Mom said this was my dowry, and also a safeguard in marriage.

Dad had a huge fight with me, determined to stop me from marrying beneath myself to Owen.

When he learned I'd gotten married, he fell ill from anger.

But he still offered me an olive branch first, telling me if I ever suffered any grievance, he would always be my support.

In a trance, I seemed to see myself again, working late at the office that night.

My heart full of expectations for a happy marriage.

Now, the dream was completely shattered.

I couldn't help clutching the pregnancy test in my bag—one I'd stroked so many times it was creased.

It read: Pregnant, eight weeks.

I'd planned to tell Owen this good news when he returned from his business trip.

But sadly...

"Emily, I'm here." Owen's shout brought me back from my thoughts.

I saw him gently embrace Emily, coaxing her like a child, wiping the tears from her eyes.

I'd never seen such deep affection in his eyes.

I was also hearing that tender tone for the first time.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here for everything."

I never knew he had such a responsible side.

As for the other secrets he was hiding, I had no interest in knowing anymore.

Watching the two of them openly display their affection, my heart felt no ripples.

Turns out when anger reaches its extreme, it becomes abnormally calm.

"By the way, where's your mom?"

"One of your relatives is looking after her."

Owen let out a long breath and nodded.

"Then we should really thank them."

With that, his gaze pierced through the crowd and landed on a familiar figure.

And I walked up to the podium and picked up the microphone:

"Owen, my husband. How are you going to thank me?"

The entire funeral hall instantly fell dead silent.

His heart skipped a beat. Owen looked up in utter shock.

When his eyes met mine, his pupils contracted and all color drained from his face.