The Woman From Hell

From afar, I saw Cindy in a black dress, standing tall before Grandmother's grave.

Theo saw her too and turned to look at me. "You invited her?" I asked him.

"Of course not?"

No matter how things were like, he would not have invited her if he was bringing me to visit Grandmother.

He stepped over and faced Cindy. His expression was cold, and his voice was low. "Why are you here?" This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“Theowy, why are you here?" Cindy turned around, a look of shock etched on her face.

I scoffed in my heart. For her to wait here bright and early in the morning, it was a no-brainer that she had gotten news that Theo would be here.

Theo frowned.

"Theowy, do you really think that I came all the way here on purpose to bump into you? I swear, I didn’t know you were coming today. I kept dreaming about Daddy and Mommy recently. Maybe it’s because I’ve found my biological parents and they’re a little unhappy about it, so I came over to visit them. Since it was on the way, I came to visit Grandmother as well.

Who knew we would be fated to meet?"

Cindy's speech was well-rehearsed and even seemed genuine.

I did not know that her parents were buried here too. A pang of displeasure bloomed in my heart, so I did not pay any more attention to them. I took the things that we had brought from Theo and

arranged them by Grandmother's headstone.

After arranging the flowers, I bowed as a sign of respect because my growing belly was getting in the way of me sitting down at the side of the headstone. I looked at Grandmother's warm smile in the photo on her headstone. As I reminisced about all the times she cared for me, my tears flowed down my cheeks.

Theo walked over and pulled me into his embrace. He wiped my tears off my face and said in his deep voice, "She would want you to be happy, so don't cry."

I nodded faintly and turned toward the headstone." Grandmother, how are you doing over there? Theo and I are here to visit you. Oh, right, we're expecting, Grandmother. It's your great-grandchild. The baby is healthy, and when they're born, we'll bring them to visit you once more.

"I know you were worried about us when you were still around, but Theo and I are very close now. He loves me and takes care of me. He especially loves this child a lot. He always talks to the baby before he sleeps, and I believe Theo will be a good father in the future. So don’t worry about us anymore. I hope you're happy over there."

I admit I did it on purpose. I deliberately said all these for Cindy to hear.

Sure enough, the expression on her face changed. She stepped over and tugged on Theo's sleeves. "Theowy, will you accompany me to visit Daddy and Mommy? They must miss you a lot too."

I lowered my head. I felt like I had dug my own grave. Her trump card would forever be more powerful than mine. All I said were a few sentences and she immediately used her deceased parents to guilt trip Theo.

Theo could not reject the reasonable request that Cindy had made. He turned to me as if he was asking for my opinion.

I smiled. "I'll go with you. They saved your life, and as your wife, it's only fair that I pay them a visit as well."

After I was done, I began packing the things up. The look on Cindy's face was hideous, but she controlled herself and did not let herself snap.

Theo seemed pleased with my attitude. He smiled at m e, took the basket from me, and held my hand as we led the way.

Cindy's parents were buried not too far ahead. It was a couple's grave, and their headstone looked majestic and grand. I reckoned that it was courtesy of Theo.

I looked at the photos on the headstone. They were pretty good-looking, especially Cindy’s mother. She was a beauty who kind of looked like Cindy, even though she was adopted.

Cindy strode toward the headstone, plopped down in front of it, and started bawling. "Daddy, Mommy, I miss you so much! Theowy is here to visit both of you today."

Even as she was speaking, her tears were flowing down her cheeks. It was a moving scene.

Theo squatted down and arranged the flowers. When h e was done, he stood up and bowed as a sign of respect. His eyes were looking at the headstone, but they were unfocused. There was a pained expression o n his face. Perhaps he was thinking about what had happened in the past.

I walked over and bowed as a sign of respect to the deceased.

Turning to look at Cindy, I could not tell if she was genuinely sorrowful or not. Her parents had passed away for some time now. For her to bawl like that, it seemed a little exaggerated.

After a while, Theo said, "Let's go back.”