Marriage With A Evil Heart

I furrowed my brows, answering the call. Alice’s lowly voice came through, “Mrs. Brown, Sherry sneaked out, and judging by the direction, she might be heading to your place. She has keys.”

I was alarmed and quickly sat up, regretting forgetting the keys.

“Are you sure she’s coming here?”

“I have a feeling! Be careful!” Alice warned. “She’s capable of anything, and I’m a bit worried.”

“Understood!” I hung up the phone, contemplating for a moment.

Charles stirred beside me, and I gently tapped him.

I softly covered him with a thin blanket and quietly left the room.

Back in my room, I saw Robert sleeping on our master bed, oblivious to my entrance. Seeing him now disgusted me to the core; I didn’t even want to look at him.

I went directly to the guest room, standing behind the curtains without turning on the lights, observing the activity on the private road below. I wanted to see what Sherry was up to.

In the dimly lit night, the private road with its yellow street lights created a mysterious atmosphere.

As time passed, I patiently stood there, watching the entrance gate below.

Sure enough, after more than twenty minutes, I finally saw a ghostly figure swiftly approaching. I could recognize that it was Sherry.

She stood at the yard gate for a while, probably ensuring that everyone inside was asleep. Then she walked up to the yard gate, quickly opened it, and slipped inside.

She stood at the yard gate for a while, probably ensuring that everyone inside was asleep. Then she walked up to the yard gate, quickly opened it, and slipped inside.

Instinctively, she glanced upstairs at the second-floor rooms, then she swiftly approached the door.

I took out my phone and opened the surveillance feed. Without any warning, the door silently swung open.

Sherry entered.

She stood at the entrance for a moment, then stealthily moved towards the interior, confidently heading upstairs.

I quickly dimmed the screen’s brightness and hid behind the curtains, prepared for her to check the guest room.

The shadow in the video moved rapidly. The nightlight in the hallway cast a pale light on her face, making it unnaturally pale. After going upstairs, she hesitated at the staircase landing for a moment and then silently entered her room. I instantly understood that she was after the bottle of concoction.

After a few seconds inside, she came out because the room was already empty. I had thrown all her belongings out and stored them in the downstairs utility room.

She seemed a bit anxious, but the next moment, I got nervous. I saw her heading directly to Charles’s room. I panicked and quickly opened the footage for that room, my hands sweating profusely.

She went straight to Charles’s bed, and my hair stood on end. I pulled open the curtain, stepping out of my hiding place, fearing for Charles’s safety.

As I walked outside, I kept my eyes on the screen.

But the next moment, I saw her gently sitting by Charles’s bedside, not doing anything, just watching Charles sleep. I was a bit puzzled; could this wicked woman really have affection for Charles?

No, even if she genuinely cared for Charles, it was not acceptable. He was my child.

I dared not linger for another moment, reaching out to open the door.

However, suddenly, Sherry’s actions in the video stunned me. She leaned down, kissed Charles’s face lightly, and caressed his little face before turning and leaving the room.

I was shocked, halted in my steps, staring at the screen.

Sherry left Charlie’s room, hesitated in the hallway, gently pushed open the study door, but did not enter, as if checking if Robert was in the study.

Next, she moved toward the master bedroom, and once she entered, she would notice I was no longer in bed.

Strangely, she stopped at the doorway, her outstretched hand retracting in mid-air. Then, resolutely turning away, she headed downstairs like a ghost.

I breathed a sigh of relief, watching as Sherry descended. After glancing around, she went to the utility room.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

There were no cameras inside, so I couldn’t see what she did inside. However, I knew what she was looking for.

After a moment’s thought, I couldn’t let her sneak in so boldly and slip away silently. What did she think this place was?

With that in mind, I walked out of the guest room, quietly descended the stairs, and sat on the sofa.