Marriage With A Evil Heart

Sure enough, the bunch of keys was in this drawer, and I was overjoyed.

It was my habit to keep important things in the second drawer on the right side of the desk.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Robert had grown accustomed to this habit after living with me for so long.

I took out the keys and first went to unlock the safe. I used the same password as I had on his computer, and the lock clicked open.

Inside, there wasn’t much-some cash, foreign currency, a box containing a few of my precious pieces of jewelry. However, what caught my attention the most was a stack of documents.

I felt a sudden nervousness and, with trembling hands, reached in and pulled out the pile of papers.

As my gaze touched upon those documents, I was shocked.

At the top were mortgage contracts for assets, including the company’s equity, a piece of land we had considered for building a factory, several properties (including personal ones under my name), my car, and even the villa where we lived. Ironically, I saw two mortgage contracts for the villa. Upon closer inspection, I realized it had been mortgaged twice.

My heart sank, and a chilling feeling enveloped me. What on earth was this damned Robert trying to do?

Beneath these contracts, I found two of my insurance policies. The coverage was significant, including critical illness and accident coverage, with Robert listed as the beneficiary.

While every family member had a policy, mine had the highest coverage. Of course, all the beneficiaries are him.

I became more and more terrified. The policies dated back a few years, and I vaguely remembered that after giving birth to Charles, Robert did arrange for a comprehensive health check for me.

Could it be that during that routine insurance check? And then I…?

Tears uncontrollably streamed down my face. This beast.

If I died, with just these few documents, he could become immensely rich overnight. Moreover, no matter how I died, these two insurance policies ensured he would receive compensation.

I quickly photographed all the contracts and anxiously locked everything back.

The profound silence around me intensified the indescribable fear. I sat on the floor, feeling helpless, in what was supposed to be a warm and happy haven, now revealed as a place filled with hidden dangers-a gaping maw ready to swallow me whole.

After taking a deep breath and calming down for a while, I finally got up. I opened each drawer one by one and, at last, found what I was looking for. I recognized this bag with a prominent red logo on it. It was right there, also in the second drawer on the right side. While I was focused on finding the keys, I hadn’t paid attention to this document beneath.

It was an investigation report, and the target of the investigation was Sheel Pharma. The results were detailed, and in the shareholder list, I saw my father’s name.

Sheel Pharma!

Did Robert target Sheel Pharma before going to Southend?

Suddenly, in the midst of the silence, a sudden ‘clatter’ broke the quiet. It startled me, and I quickly and discreetly put the document back into the bag and returned it to its original place, restoring everything to its initial state.

Panicking, my mind raced through the worst-case scenarios. I cautiously approached the door of the study, leaned against it, and listened carefully. There seemed to be no signs of anyone waking up.

Summoning up my courage, I opened the door gently, and everything was once again calm. I took a deep breath and silently walked out, returning to the door of the master bedroom. Slowly pushing it open, a ‘meow’ came from Button inside.

I tiptoed in, glancing at the large bed where Robert was still snoring. Bending down, I picked up Button, gave it a few strokes, and it nuzzled into my arms affectionately. This little guy must have noticed I hadn’t been in the room for a while and came out to find me, knocking something over in the process.

I patted its head, it scared the hell out of me just now.

Holding Button, I quietly got into bed, letting out a sigh of relief. Just as I was about to sleep, Robert on the other side turned over. It seemed like the effects of the medication were wearing off, and he could wake up at any moment. I instinctively kissed my cat.

This cat truly was my guardian angel.