From Wife to Aunt: His Worst Nightmare novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22

I said blankly, “I’m standing in the walk-in closet of my own home. Do I need your permission for even something like this?”

Isabel’s expression flickered, then she put on a smile. “Ms. Yaxley, you’ve misunderstood. It’s just that Steve bought me quite a lot of clothes when we traveled abroad. I’m worried there won’t be enough space in the closet.”

I glanced at the bags, all wrapped in luxury-brand packaging, and replied coldly, “If it doesn’t fit, you can just squeeze it in by force. If it’s no issue squeezing a third person into a relationship between two, I’m sure a few pieces of clothing aren’t that big a deal.”

Isabel struggled to maintain the smile on her face. She looked down at the scarf I had knitted

for Steve, then tossed it straight into the nearby trash can.

With a pointed tone, she said, “Instead of squeezing things in by force, it’s better to throw away the older stuff that doesn’t suit Steve’s taste.”

She continued tidying up the sweater I had knitted for Steve, which he had left in a corner. She said casually, “I really don’t understand how things like this ended up in Steve’s house. They’re so… lacking in class.”

Thinking of how my parents spoke of this “future sister-in-law”, I suddenly found Isabel’s behavior to be utterly ridiculous.

I took back the sweater and scarf I’d knitted for Steve from her hands and said, “These clothes might lack class, but at least they can keep a homeless person warm. If a person lacks class, then they’re trash no matter where they go.”

This piece of trash would probably reveal her true colors when she shows up at the Yaxley

residence next week.

I searched around the closet for a while and finally found the suit I needed for my interview

that afternoon. As for the sweater and scarf I’d knitted for Steve, I carried them all away with

I’d only taken a few steps out of the closet when Dorothy went in. With obvious envy, she said to her mother, “Wow, Mommy, your clothes are so pretty! You look like a fairy in this dress!”

As if deliberately making sure I heard her, Isabel replied loudly, “They are all gifts Daddy bought for me.”

I tugged at the corner of my mouth and tossed those “old clothes”, which now meant nothing

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Chapter 22

to Steve, into the donation bin by the villa’s entrance.

At this point, even if they were worn by a homeless person, they would mean more to me than having Steve wear them.

When I came back inside after donating the clothes, Steve was already in the living room. I had

no idea when he’d arrived.

Upon seeing me, he spoke first. “Do you have time tomorrow? Let’s go bury the child. I asked Jake to choose a good cemetery.”

I froze in place, staring at Steve’s handsome features in a daze.

Was I dreaming? Or was he not in the right state of mind?

Only now did he remember our child.

That day, I stood alone in the cemetery, watching that tiny urn being buried in the ground. For the entire time, Steve never showed up.

Holding back the sting in my eyes, I asked, “Did we not agree we’d bury the child on Friday? Why didn’t you come back?”

Steve’s gaze dimmed slightly, then he said in a casual tone, “Something came up overseas.”

I let out a scoff. “Something came up? What is it? Like taking Isabel’s dog to the vet for diarrhea?”

His expression darkened. “That’s not it.”

“Heh. Steve Griffin, do you have any idea how hypocritical you look right now?”

I looked at the face that had once utterly bewitched me and felt a sense of disappointment wash over me. “Isabel posted everything on Instagram. Why bother denying it? At this point, is there really a need for you to make an effort to lie to me?’

After saying that, I didn’t want to spare him another glance and walked straight toward my

room.

After a few steps, I suddenly recalled something. I turned around and said, “My child has already been buried. You don’t need to trouble yourself anymore. From now on, Dorothy is your only child.”

Back in my room, it took me a long time for my emotions to finally calm down.

Fortunately, that morning’s incident didn’t affect

dn’t affect my interview performance in the afternoon.

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Chapter 22

I managed to sit through the interview steadily.

Two days later, the results were posted on Quill Media’s official site. I was hired with a six- month probation period.

This was the only thing in a long while that was actually worth being happy about.

Early on my first official day of work, I heard crying and shouting coming from the villa.

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It turned out that it was also Dorothy’s first day of kindergarten, but she absolutely refused to

Steve coaxed her gently, holding her and soothing her with endless patience.

That aloof, cold man only ever showed such tenderness and indulgence in front of Isabel and Dorothy.

I curved my lips in silent mockery.

As I passed them by, Steve’s gaze landed on me, carrying a hint of confusion.

After all, after he’d caused me to lose my previous job, I hadn’t gone out this early in a long

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