Marriage With A Evil Heart

As I wearily entered the house, Robert was angrily pointing at Sherry. Upon seeing me unexpectedly walk in, he was momentarily stunned.

I didn’t even bother changing my shoes; I walked straight in, dropped my shoes, and flopped down onto the sofa. I was genuinely exhausted.

In the short distance between the door and the hair salon, it felt like I had walked through an entire century. The fact that I made it back home felt like a miracle.

Robert took large strides towards me, his eyes filled with disbelief. “How did you… go out? And what did you do to your hair?”ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

I raised my hand, touched my neatly cropped ear-length hair, and casually said, “Isn’t it good? This way, I won’t lose so much hair.”

I knew that Robert detested short hair on women. When he was a hairstylist, he never created short hairstyles. Back then, he particularly loved my long, glossy, waist-length hair. But now, there’s no such thing as hair these days; it was more like frostbitten straw-sparse, dry, and utterly lacking in vitality.

After glancing at me lying down for a long while without saying anything, Robert turned and went upstairs.

Inwardly, I sneered. Why should I comply with your wishes? From now on, unless you kill me, I’ll be the one to end you.

Sherry, seeing Robert go upstairs, approached me with Charles in her arms, looking a bit heated. “Mrs. Brown, why did you go out? When did you leave? Who allowed you to go out?”

She bombarded me with three questions in a row, maintaining an excessively unfriendly tone, evidently trying to release the frustration from Robert’s scolding.

Oh, wait! There were five bright red handprints glaring on her face. Seems like she got slapped!

My inner satisfaction surged.

“What did you go out for?” As she finished asking, Robert reappeared downstairs, holding a thin blanket.

Lying on the sofa, I looked at Sherry indifferently and said, “I went out while you were sleeping. Well, can’t I even step out of the door now? Do I need your permission to go out? Didn’t you see what I did when I was out? What’s your attitude now, Sherry?”

Sherry was left speechless by my words, nervously looking at Robert who approached. Almost instinctively, she took a small step back and then suddenly wore a forced smile, explaining, “I’m sorry, Mrs. Brown, I didn’t mean that. I wasn’t asleep…”

“I don’t know if you were asleep or not, but next time, don’t talk to me in that tone. Have you been in my house for so long that you think it’s your home?” My gaze remained sharp as I continued, “I’ve said it before, if the workload is too much, I can hire another housekeeper.”

I then turned to Robert. “Did you give her the order not to let me leave the house? Don’t tell me it’s because of my health. Whether I’m healthy or not shouldn’t restrict my personal freedom!”

I blocked any attempt by Robert to speak and casually continued, “Hubby, it’s time to find a kindergarten for Charles and hire a better cook. The household chores are too much for Sherry alone.”

Sherry’s face turned pale instantly. She hurriedly stepped forward, “Mrs. Brown, I’m sorry. I was too anxious just now. I was worried about your safety since you suddenly disappeared. Mr. Brown scolded me for quite a while. I was genuinely concerned about you!”

I gave a faint smile, drastically changing my attitude, “It’s alright. I didn’t mean to blame you.”

Then, turning to Robert who was covering me with a thin blanket, I spoke up, “Honey, you might need to take me to the hospital tomorrow. There seems to be an issue with my head.”

“What’s wrong?” Robert asked with concern.

“The hairstylist took a photo for me and said there’s a problem with my head.” I handed my phone to Robert, showing him the picture.