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Upon hearing that, Matilda immediately clenched the hem of
her dress.
She interjected, “Xandra, Lamar’s just worried you’ll be fooled
by some guy out there.”
I gave a faint “oh” and looked away, only to meet Lamar’s
disgusting face again. That nearly made me throw up.
I curled my lips and asked with a half–smile, “Lamar, what kind.
of person was I in the past?”
Lamar paused, at a loss for words.
So I answered for him.
“I used to be the kind of wife you looked down on, someone
unpresentable, someone you were ashamed of.
“All I needed to do was play the obedient Mrs. Stafford, show up
at events when needed, and best of all, stay out of your affairs.”
There was no way Matilda was the only woman Lamar had. She
was just cunning enough to keep him around for so long.
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But honestly, it never really mattered to me who he was with.
I was the ignorant wife, after all. I was nothing more than an
ornament to make Lamar look better in public.
All these years, I had endured what I had to. I wouldn’t blame
him. And I owed the Stafford family nothing.
Lamar said nothing and refused to let go of my arm. We just
stood there. No one made any move.
He would never admit he was wrong.
I raised an eyebrow mockingly.
“So what now, Mr. Stafford? Still into me? What about your
darling sweetheart?”
Matilda, who was sitting on the couch, already looked furious.
Her eyes locked onto me and Lamar like she wanted to rip us
apart.
Only then did Lamar finally let go.
“We’ll settle this later.”
With that, he turned to comfort Matilda.
I shut the bedroom door. The soundproofing was so good that I
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couldn’t hear their noise.
Lying on the bed, I thought of what Lamar had said.
He said he would settle this later.
What did he refer to? The divorce settlement?
I sneered. I really didn’t get it. He didn’t love me, yet he still acted
as if he held affection for me.
I set an alarm and got up at five the next morning.
At that hour, the sky had just woken up when the traffic in the
downtown area got heavy.
By the time I got to the employee dorms, it was six.
I sent Terrell a message ahead of time, telling him I wouldn’t
take my day off, and that he didn’t have to adjust his schedule.
After a quick shower and a short nap, I was on duty by eight,
sharp.
I was used to staying up late anyway. This was nothing. I could still work with full energy.
When I left, I took a few boiled eggs into my bag, planning to eat them when I had a spare moment.
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Terrell’s voice startled me.
“You’re not seriously eating just those for lunch, are you?”
If I told him the truth, he’d probably lecture me for half a day. So
I said, “I already ate earlier. I just grabbed the eggs for a snack.”
Terrell let out a frustrated laugh.
“Alexandra, skipping meals to get more time on duty won’t get
you a raise.”
He dragged me to the cafeteria and made me get lunch again.
Without asking, he filled my lunchbox and even put a big
spoonful of pork on top.
His own meal, though, was as light as could be.
To be honest, I didn’t eat much. I really couldn’t finish that much
food.
But Terrell said, “Food is fuel. If you mess up on the job because you didn’t eat properly, you’ll get your pay docked.”
That scared me into shoveling several big mouthfuls into my
mouth.
After a few bites in, I suddenly realized something strange.
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How come Terrell always caught me when I wasn’t in my best
state?
Back then, when I failed one experiment after another and
couldn’t take it anymore, I used to hide in the abandoned lab
building. Every time I cried there, he could always see me
somehow.
I looked up at him and gave him a doubtful stare.
I wasn’t quite sure, but it seemed that he was smiling at me.
His smile vanished in a second. Maybe it was just my delusion.
