Catherine's POV

I stood in shock to see the man I call my husband reach his hand directly inside my stepmother's dress. Amara pushed Andrew away anxiously, reminding him that I and my father were in the next room but he didn’t care.

"Don't worry about her. Catherine isn't that smart, just like her father. She even agreed to send him abroad for the treatment. Once we get that old man on the plane, everything is going to be over." My eyes widened when I heard that. What the hell are they doing?

I wanted to scream out in anger but I was quick to cover my mouth with my hand. I had to listen to the rest.

"But are you sure everything is going well?" Amara asked, nervousness written all over her face.

"We've been feeding him those drugs for a long time but that old man is still holding up. I hope there will be no accident.”

“Shhh...no worry, baby. I've arranged everything.” Andrew wrapped his hands around Amara's waist and pulled her closer, "I've already found a way to make Catherine our scapegoat. Once the old man dies, his dear daughter will be the only suspect. Catherine will be put in jail and we will become the owner of all their wealth."

I stared at the empty pill bottle in my hands and gasped. So…this….this is it. The reason why my father suddenly got sick??!

"Finally...after all this waiting and pretending, we'll finally get everything we've worked so hard for. You're so smart, baby." Amara offered a kiss on his lips, making Andrew smile. His hands reached under her dress again and a smirk appeared on his face.

“So...shouldn't you reward me with something? My cock has missed your warm pussy so damn much.”

I couldn't bear it anymore.. I couldn't bear listening to all of their evil plots and public display of affection so I came out of my hiding spot and walked toward the bitches.

"What the hell Andrew!!"I screamed out angrily, finally gaining their attention. Andrew pulled away from Amara and turned to stare at me. He was surprised for just a moment. His facial expression changed back to an unbothered one immediately.

"How dare you!! You've been lying to me all this while!!" The pain and anger I was feeling inside of me were indescribable.

"I never really lied, you were just too blind to see the truth," Andrew answered with a dark look on his face, disgust was clearly written on his face. The pain inside me intensified again.

Why...why did he hate me so much that he could deceive me so badly? I had loved him for so many years and I only loved him. However, he couldn't even see my pain and just taunted me.

"We've been doing this for a very long time and right in front of you, but you always turned a blind eye to it. Admit it, Catherine, you already know I have someone else in my life but you refused to see and accept it."

“What...” My whole body trembled badly as I struggled to force back tears. I knew I was acting like a mad woman now, a mad woman who was still delusional about getting an answer from her husband. I had abandoned so much for marrying him. Couldn't he feel it a bit? Couldn't he see that I loved him so much? Why should he do this to me?

Andrew shrugged with a grin, “Well...since you want to know, I'll tell you.” My fists were clenched as I tried to stand straight with my pride. Andrew stepped forward and locked my chin with his long fingers.

“Amara is the only woman I love and every time I fuck you, I have to imagine her face to cum in your mouth. You're a really boring woman, you know? If it weren't for my happiness with Amara, I wouldn't even bother to touch you." His heartless words crushed me completely.

I opened my mouth trying to say something but failed in several attempts. I didn't know what I was supposed to say to make me look less stupid. Tears poured down my eyes like a downpour, and I was trying so hard to stop it, but I...couldn't do it. My heart ached. As if I was going to die of pain. Giving me a scornful smile, Amara walked over to take Andrew's arm.

“No need to waste words with her, baby. We're the winners in the end.” Suddenly, a bad feeling appeared in my heart, and the nurse's urgent voice came.

“Mr. Dyson's condition is worsening! Who's his family!”

My eyes widened. Dad?! NO! I couldn't lose him anymore. I immediately pushed Andrew and Amara out of the way and ran for the ward.

"Dad...Dad,” I called in fear and shook him softly but he didn't budge one bit. I shook him more vigorously but he still didn't budge. My soft calls turned into loud screams. Then two doctors I hadn't met before entered the ward and attended to Dad.

As I was pulled out of the ward, I couldn't bear all this and fell on the floor. I felt my tears run dry and I slapped myself over and over with guilt. It was all my fault! It was all me! How could I not have realized their plot earlier?! It was so obvious but I was blinded with the love I had for him. How could I fall for that asshole?! Dad had warned me he was not a good choice but I refused to believe him.

If only I could have taken Dad's words... The ward door was pushed open and I trembled as I walked toward the nurse, "P...Please, tell me he...he is fine..." The nurse just looked at me with pity and shook her head, "I'm sorry..."

"NO!" I rushed to my Dad and my world collapsed when his heartbeat turned into a straight line on the monitor.

“AHHH!” I screamed out in pain.

"Please, please wake up. I'm begging you."I yelled as my tears fell freely.

"I'm begging you...Dad...just open your eyes and tell me it's a joke. This can't be happening. You can't die..you can't die." I said as I hit his chest repeatedly.

A doctor walked towards me and tried to pull me away from his body but I pushed him away.

"I'm sorry Dad. I'm sorry...it's all my fault. I should have known it. I shouldn't have pushed you to that bitch. Please open your eyes. I can't make them pay without you here. Please Dad!!" I screamed, begged, and cried but it was of no use. My father was gone.

They killed him right in front of me. My loud and mournful cries were interrupted when the door was pushed open again and some policemen entered, followed by Amara and Andrew.

My anger returned and I eagerly wanted to tear them apart with my own hands not until...

"She's the one, officer," Amara said as she pointed at me. Then the policemen rushed towards me and placed handcuffs on my wrist.

What's going on?

"You're under arrest, Mrs Catherine. For the death of Mr. Dyson and the illegal purchase of banned drugs."

What?! How dare they accuse me of killing my own father?