For the sake of family harmony, he promised that Melissa wouldn't live with us.
It turned out that she had lived in this wonderful villa a long time ago.
Perhaps Melissa hated me, she also looked up and down at Ella with displeasure.
She asked, "Why did you bring her back? Where's Leah?"
I was a little surprised for a moment.
The first person who cared about me was Melissa, who hated me all the time.
How ironic!
Soon, I realized that maybe she perceived at the first glance that Ella stole Caleb from the experience she fought with Caleb's father's mistresses when she was young.
Ignoring her protest, Caleb led her to a guest bedroom.
He said, "Mom, she's staying here for the next few days. Please don't embarrass her. Michael will argue about this."
My ghost laughed miserably.
Melissa just sighed and quit stopping him.
"Caleb, you have been married, don't mess around with your marriage!" she said.
He looked speechless and glanced at her without saying anything.
She shook her head and sent me a message: [Leah, are you going to abandon your family? You have failed to protect your unborn baby, and now, are you going to give up your husband? Come to the villa and kick your bitchy sister out! She makes me uncomfortable!]
For the first time, I felt a hint of warmth amidst Melissa's curses.
This world was really crazy!
That night, Caleb returned to our little home instead of staying in that villa.
Finding out I didn't come back home, he had a momentary blank face and immediately cursed in rage.
"Damn it!"
After hesitating, he called me, but no one answered.
After hesitating, he called me, but no one answered. My cell phone was damaged in the water when I was attacked by sea creatures, so no one answered his call!
He didn't give up and started calling Isaac.
Still, no one answered.
Caleb was so inflamed that he punched the coffee table hard into pieces. It survived from being smashed by an iron ball five years ago.
It was just like our marriage, broken and bloody.
Caleb looked at his bleeding hand in astonishment, his eyelids twitching.
"Fuck!"
Gentle as he was, he would curse when I irritated him.
When I thought he was going to the hospital for bandaging, he collapsed on the sofa.
The blood stopped dripping after a while, but he forced a lot of blood out of his hand like a lunatic and only stopped when he grimaced in pain.
Then he took a photo of his injury and sent it to me.