Chapter 3 She Deliberately Became an Adulteress

Genevieve knew that Stanley was deliberately making her his mistress.

Despite being fully aware of Melinda and Stanley's marriage, she continued to flirt with Stanley and liked to use the guise of friendship as a cover.

Genevieve was assigned to do the home decoration?

To have the wife decorate their love nest?

It's utterly ridiculous to even say it out loud.

Melinda glanced at Stanley without showing any emotion.

What's even more ridiculous is that Stanley didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Facing Melinda's stance of catching the mistress, Genevieve showed no fear. Instead, she raised her eyebrows provocatively and spoke.

"Stanley and I are innocent. We've been friends for so many years. Does his married status mean we have to stop being friends?"

She became even more smug.

"Ms. Beaufort, I know that after having such a good husband like Stanley, you have become more insecure, afraid that he will be taken away by someone else. But please don't look at me with the eyes of someone looking at a mistress. If you think you don't deserve Stanley, then leave early. Why make yourself a petty, jealous woman?"

A cold glint flashed in Melinda's eyes as she spoke slowly.

"Miss Roosevelt, you are indeed eloquent and good at distorting the truth."

If Melinda were truly jealous, she would have found a way to deal with Genevieve the moment she returned to the country.

In fact, Melinda's approach was somewhat cowardly, only watching the mistress provoke her in front of her.

Genevieve turned her gaze to Stanley, suddenly softening her tone.

"Stanley, Ms. Beaufort has misunderstood our relationship. Shouldn't you explain it to her? If she still minds, I can go back to living abroad."

Genevieve's expression changed in the blink of an eye. Just a moment ago, she was arrogant and proud, but now she looked aggrieved and pitiful.

If an uninformed passerby saw this scene, they might really believe her words and think that Melinda was jealous and wronged her.

Stanley's expression remained indifferent as he glanced at Melinda nonchalantly.

"No need to explain to irrelevant people. Just focus on how to decorate this house."

Irrelevant people.

Melinda couldn't help but clench her fists, a flash of pain in her eyes.

Stanley humiliated her to please Genevieve.

Three years of marriage, and all she got was being called an irrelevant person, making all her efforts over the years seem so ridiculous.

Melinda always thought that Stanley's actions had already broken her heart.

But she never expected that he could always hurt her more with his next words.

Stanley's different attitude made Genevieve's eyes fill with more joy.

She stepped forward, holding Stanley's arm and acting coquettishly.

"This is the birthday gift you gave me. I will definitely decorate it with care."

Stanley responded indifferently, "Hmm."

From beginning to end, he only gave Melinda one look, a look as if she were a stranger.

Melinda came to this house today just to see the overall layout, to facilitate the design and drawing based on the owner's aesthetic later.

She quickly took a few structural photos and left.

She really couldn't face Stanley and Genevieve any longer.

The afternoon was Melinda's free time.

She drove to the hospital.

These days, she always felt discomfort in her stomach, like being pricked by needles.

The doctor who examined her was her best friend, Allannah Hearst.

Allannah stared at the medical report with a serious expression.

Sitting across from her, Melinda felt inexplicably nervous.

"What's wrong? Is there something seriously wrong with my stomach?"

Allannah put down the report with a complex expression, staring intently at Melinda.

"Your stomach has a severe ulcer. If you delay any longer, it might turn into a perforation. No matter how busy you are, you must eat on time."

Melinda leaned back in her chair, holding her abdomen with one hand. "You know my work schedule. When I'm busy, I don't even have time to drink two sips of water, let alone eat."

"From now on, you must eat three full meals a day. Stomach ulcers are no small matter, especially since you've delayed coming to the hospital for so long."

Allannah said as she poured Melinda a cup of warm water, glancing towards the door.

"Why did you come to the hospital alone? Where's Stanley?"

Melinda silently gripped the cup in her hand, casually finding an excuse. "He's busy with work."

Allannah looked at Melinda's eyes filled with hidden sorrow and sighed.

The online rumors about Stanley and Genevieve were rampant, and she had seen them all.

"No matter what kind of man he is, always remember to take care of yourself. Everything in this world is fake, only your body is truly yours."

Allannah earnestly advised.

"And try not to get angry. Long-term suppressed anger can form lesions in your body."

Melinda nodded with a complex expression.

She particularly agreed with Allannah's words; women shouldn't hold in their anger.

But with Stanley, she almost never had a moment without anger over the years.

No matter how she tried to comfort herself, it was useless when emotions surged.

"Come back to the hospital tomorrow for a detailed check-up. I'll see if there are any nodules in your chest area."

"Okay."

Melinda drove home after leaving the hospital.

Her mind was in turmoil.

Even though she had no appetite, she still took Allannah's words to heart.

It was already 7:00 PM.

Stanley probably wouldn't come back, so she casually cooked herself a bowl of spaghetti.

She left the medical report on the table in the living room.

When the door opened, Melinda was surprised to see Stanley coming back.

He wasn't with Genevieve at this time.

Stanley glanced around casually, his eyes stopping on the medical report on the table.

"What's this?"

"My medical report. I'm not feeling well."

Melinda looked at him with a complex expression.

Stanley saw her ulcer report. No matter what, he should show some concern, right?

But Stanley just glanced at it indifferently.

"Just an ulcer, it won't kill you."

Melinda's gaze froze.

Did he even know that a prolonged ulcer could not only turn into a perforation but also potentially develop into stomach cancer?

Even a stranger would show some concern.

But as her husband, Stanley just said it wouldn't kill her.

"I have something for you to do tomorrow. An elder is coming to Charlington, and I need you to accompany her and show her around. Be polite to her. If you take good care of her, you might earn some points with my mother."

Stanley's tone was as if he were talking to a subordinate.

Melinda put down her fork, looking at him calmly. "I have a follow-up appointment at the hospital tomorrow. I don't have time."

"A few days' delay in the check-up won't matter."

Stanley's tone changed, staring at her intently.

"Don't you want to improve your relationship with my mother?"

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Melinda's eyes.

In the three years of their marriage, she believed she had been a good wife and filial to his mother.

But neither Stanley nor Christine ever looked at her favorably.

Last year, when Christine accidentally fell and broke her leg, she took a month off to take care of her, learning to make nutritious meals and even specialized recovery massages.

But all she got in return was a comment that she was clumsy and not as good as a hired caregiver.

Especially since she hadn't had children all these years, Christine was even more dissatisfied with her.

At a family dinner last month, Christine had made snide remarks, calling her a hen that doesn't lay eggs and suggesting she try some secret remedies.

"Find someone else. Your assistant or even Genevieve would do."

Melinda stared at him intently.

"Your mother doesn't like me. She might like Genevieve."

Stanley frowned, his eyes filled with displeasure.

"Melinda, I'm not asking you. I'm telling you."

A look of restraint and bitterness flashed in Melinda's eyes.

In that moment of eye contact, she knew she had to choose to compromise again.

She had never won against Stanley.

He didn't care about her, so why would he care about her words?

Stanley warned in a deep voice, "And remember to watch your mouth. Know what to say and what not to say. If I hear anything inappropriate, don't blame me for being harsh."