I had met his lover. She was his new colleague and had always thought of herself as a junior of his. Her name was Violet Woodward.
And secondly... Maxwell wasn't the only one sneaking around at my house.
Lane had always brought an old man who often danced with her home lately.
How shameless.
Lane had been a widow at a young age. Guessed she had been lonely all these years.
She and the man often exchanged flirtatious glances in my house. She even cooked and waited on him.
Lane and Maxwell were really one of a kind.
They had turned my home into a regular place for affairs!
Shame on them!
After I returned home from the confinement center, I found that they had cleaned up the scene quite well.
But in a corner of the bathroom, I found a pregnancy test.
The result told me that Maxwell had had another baby.
He didn't waste any time at all.
I paused for a moment, stunned.
Then I pretended that nothing had happened and threw away the pregnancy test.
I knew he was trying to disgust me before he got kicked out.
I didn't care. Bitch couples deserved to stay together forever.
What I cared about was how to make him leave with nothing.
Since I was home, Violet couldn't be here anymore.
Lane seemed quite unhappy.
The next day, she bossed me around and went to dance with the old man.
Well, when she wasn't around, I destroyed all her valuable clothes and smashed her dining utensils into pieces.
When Lane came back, she said she wanted to invite the old man to have a meal at home. But when she saw the messy living room and the clothes that had been destroyed into fragments, she became furious and almost fainted.
I took a photo when the man helped her into the bedroom and sent it to Maxwell.
"Why don't we hire a maid? Lane's been taking care of me and doesn't have time for a date. Her dance partner wants to see her so badly that he's here. See?"
Maxwell came back quite early that night.
As soon as he entered the door, he had a quarrel with Lane.
Maxwell's father passed away early, and they had a deep bond.
Although he was very obedient to Lane, it seemed that he couldn't accept her finding him a new father.
"Drop it!" he shouted.
"I've been a widow all my life!" she shouted, too.
"That's what decent women do!"
I leaned against the head of the bed and heard them very clearly.
I raised my hand and drank up the milk.
That's what decent women do?