Lying on the bed, Charlotte was furious. Her marriage and family, which she had worked hard for so long, would soon be destroyed.
Her did not eradicate her enemy who now come back to revenge her.
In fact, Mary was the one she should kill the most. How could she live till today? With just one mistake, she lost everything.
What should she do now?
Is she going to give up so easily and give this family back to that bitch Mary?
No, she was not reconciled, not reconciled!
She tried her best to figure out a way, entangled and contradictory, and did not close her eyes until midnight.
The midnight wind blew outside the window, and the door was pushed open with a bang.
There was no light in the room. It was very dark.
Charlotte fumbled to turn on the light, but the light was not on. It seemed that the electricity was off.