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Early the next morning, Scarlett was busy in the kitchen, wearing a tight–fitting nightgown that accentuated her slim waist and shapely buttocks.
Moments later, she brought milk and sandwiches to the dining table.
Jack’s eyes kept lingering on Scarlett. He took a bite of the sandwich, “This is really good. The cheese is melted perfectly.”
I looked at the sandwich, feeling no appetite at all.
“Tommy, try Aunt Scarlett’s cooking. Is it good?” Scarlett smiled, pointing at the sandwich in front of Tommy.
Before I could stop him, Tommy had already grabbed the sandwich and taken a big bite. Suddenly, he started coughing violently, his cheeks turning bright red.
“Baby, what’s wrong!” I panicked, picking Tommy up and patting his back to help him breathe.
His coughing got worse. I grabbed the sandwich he had eaten and looked at it, only to find it was spread with a large amount of peanut butter!
I couldn’t help but scream, “Call 911 quick! Tommy is allergic to peanuts! He can’t eat anything with peanuts in it! He’ll have an anaphylactic reaction!”
Standing in front of the emergency room, Jack’s face was grim.
Scarlett’s face was pale, her eyes red. She said softly, “Emma, I… I really didn’t know Tommy was allergic to peanuts.”
I sighed, “From now on, let’s leave the cooking to Mrs. Johnson.”
Scarlett’s tears fell, “It’s all my fault. Emma must be angry with me. Mr. Harrison, I should move back to my apartment.”
Jack frowned, “Move back? What for? This wasn’t intentional. You didn’t mean to harm Tommy. Just stay here,”
I stared at him in disbelief.
12:08 PM
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Two weeks after the sandwich incident, Jack suddenly called me into his study.
Scarlett was there, wiping her tears pitifully. Jack looked at me unhappily, “Emma, can you stop making things difficult for Scarlett?”
I laughed bitterly, “When did I ever make things difficult for her?”
Jack tapped the desk, “You and Mrs. Smith cleaned the guest room where Scarlett is staying, right?”
I nodded.
His eyes were full of anger, “The window in Scarlett’s room won’t close properly, and the draft is giving her headaches. She likes spicy food, but when I’m not home, you always have Mrs. Johnson make such bland dishes. She’s not used to it and has lost weight. And can you stop letting Tommy bother her all the time? We don’t want another incident like last time where he ends up in the emergency room!”
The truth was, Scarlett had specifically requested a well–ventilated room.
The truth was, I had asked Mrs. Johnson to prepare two different flavors for each meal.
The truth was, Scarlett often wanted to play with Tommy, and I was afraid she might unintentionally harm him, so I kept Tommy away from her.
Now she had turned everything around and blamed me!
I silently looked at Jack, not defending myself at all.
After all, no matter what “grievances” Scarlett suffered, Jack was willing to stand up for her. No matter what mistakes she made, Jack was happy to find excuses and cover for her.
My expression darkened. Suddenly, Scarlett looked at me timidly, “Emma, I’d like to speak with you alone.”
The study door was closed, and Scarlett sat on the desk, her eyes seductive, “Emma, let’s be frank. I’m pregnant with Jack’s child.”
My expression remained calm, “What do you want?”
Scarlett smiled charmingly, “I want the position of the mistress of the house. I hope my child will be an only child, with no one to compete for the family fortune. I want Jack to stop hiding me under the guise of a secretary. Emma, are you willing to give him to me?”
So everything had been her machination behind the scenes.
For this wealth and status, she had repeatedly distorted facts, played mind games, pretended to be pitiful, and even tried to harm my son with peanut butter.
Looking at her confident smile, I felt both ironic and pitiful.
Men love the feeling of “stealing“.
Having an affair with a mistress under the pressure of the original wife is an intense stimulation for men.
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If the original wife lets go, the man will quickly lose interest. By then, even a passionate rose–like mistress will become a boring mosquito bite.
That night, I prepared two copies of divorce papers, slipping one into the documents Jack was to sign the next day.
Early the next morning, I took Tommy on a flight back to my parents‘ home in New York.
As I left, I smiled at Jack and Scarlett.
By the time he discovers the signed divorce papers, I should have already arrived at the New York airport.
