In the next few days, Victor never showed up again and I happened to have a work handover with my colleagues.
On the contrary, my mother-in-law would take time to come and talk to me. My mother-in-law was still immersed in the joy of holding her grandson and I was too lazy to tell her the truth.
She knew that Victor loved Kelly, so she shouldn't have used his life-saving grace to make me marry him.
After being discharged from the hospital, I went home and started packing my luggage. Victor didn't love me. There was nothing he gave me in the whole house.
The objects in the house were basically bought by me with careful selection. Those ornaments with good meanings and various couple items are no longer necessary.
I called the waitress at the scrap yard and asked her to clean up and pack all the things up. I asked her to take them away in a car.
The waitress looked at the almost new things and felt sorry, "Madam, are you really willing to throw them away?"
"My husband is dead and I will not use these things anymore."
The waitress patted my shoulder to comfort me and gave me a big red envelope before leaving. However, in just half a day, the home I thought would be my last hope was empty.
When Victor brought Kelly in, they looked at the empty house and were stunned, "Why is it empty?"
"My husband is dead. I don’t think I need to keep such garbage." I didn't know which words I said to offend Victor.
The man scolded me with a cold face, "You know that my brother is just dead and you can't wait to throw away his things. Is this what you call love for him?"
I couldn't help but be stunned. Was he blaming me for throwing things away? I didn't even want him anymore. In fact, I killed our child, so why couldn’t I throw these annoying things? I didn't burn down the house, that was still good enough!
Kelly shook Victor's arm affectionately and said coquettishly, "Leister, why are you so mean to your sister-in-law? Remember, she's pregnant."
Her coquettish tone immediately dispelled the gloom on Victor's face. He hugged her waist and scratched her nose lovingly, with a gentleness in his eyes that I had never seen before.
After the two of them were all greasy in front of me, Kelly asked him to get down to business.
Victor then said to me, "You should be thankful to Kelly. Because of her, we will still accept to host you tonight."
I was not interested in seeing them show their affection in front of me, so I coldly refused it. However, Kelly insisted on taking me to eat delicious food to relax me.
When we got to the restaurant, Victor ordered a table full of dishes that Kelly liked, as if he was counting all the dishes. Yet, there was not a single dish that I liked.
It was not Victor's fault. He had hated me since my mother-in-law forced him to marry me. When he saved me, his few kindnesses turned into hatred.
The meal was tasteless and I left first on the pretext that I had something to do. Unexpectedly, the traffic police came to me late at night.
"Are you Miss Alecia Whitson? You are suspected of hit-and-run. Please come with us."
When I was taken away, I was confused. However, my argument was not convincing at all. It was because I was tossing and turning after I got home, so I opened a bottle of red wine.
The traffic police became more and more convinced that I had hit-and-run after driving under the influence. When I arrived at the police station, I met Victor and Kelly there and I felt something was wrong.
Victor stared at the blush on my face and pointed at me righteously, "Comrade police, it was my sister-in-law who hit someone. We advised her not to run, but she refused to listen!"
Even though I was dizzy, I could tell from Kelly's tightly twisted hands that I was being used as a scapegoat by Victor.
