His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

173 I Won't Believe Your Nonsense

"Why are you sending people after me?" I questioned him.

"I'm going after your husband, Daley, not you," Mickle said. "I didn't think you'd be on the boat."

"Why did the police charge me with murder?"

"It was a personal move on Mikeal's part. He thought he could impress me that way."

"Wasn't it part of your plan for the police to arrest me?" I looked at him straight in the eye, trying to catch him in a lie, but he didn't change his expression.

"First, Daley threatened me with an audiotape. Not only did he ask me to help him escape the US, but he also asked me to help him with his drug business. I had only agreed to send him out of the US, but he asked too much, so I had to deal with him. I'm sorry if my actions hurt you." Mickle's tone was exactly the same as when he was in front of the cameras, "So I went to Mikeal and asked him about your mother's tape. Mikeal didn't know anything about it. He thought it was a conspiracy between you and Daley. He told me he'd fix it. I never thought he would blame you for your stepmother's death."

Lie. He's lying. Mikeal's ability to mobilise the police is not enough. I will never forget how the police treated me when I was in prison.

But I didn't call his bluff directly. I wanted to know what he wanted to do next.

"And you, you told the media that I had an illegitimate child. Then your sister contacted the TV station and released a genetic test report to the media." A flash of annoyance flashed across Mickle's eyes, "You haven't even contacted me before. Do you think I would deny that you are my daughters?"

"Because you forced me to ask the media for help," I said coldly. "As for why Mia contacted the TV station and released the genetic test report, that was her decision. I had no idea."

"Oh, really?" Mickle looked at me. "But your sister told me it was your decision. She was just following your lead."

Mia, it's her again.

"If you choose to believe her, I don't think you need to run for president. Even your opponent is smarter than you."

I can imagine Mia lying and crying in front of Mickle. She must have said a lot of bad things about me to Mickle.

But I didn't care. I didn't have to be a good daughter to this man. Because he doesn't deserve to be my father.

"I want you to change your tone." Mickle's face darkened. "No one has spoken to me like that in almost 30 years."

"I think you'll get used to it," I said.

"Do you hate me very much?" He asked in confusion.

"I hate you and Mikeal for treating my mother like a plaything," I shouted. "I hate you and Mikeal for killing my mother."

Mickle was silent for two seconds. He looked at me with fake sad eyes, "I'm sorry about your mother. When I heard the news of her death, I was very sad. But I had no idea that she had given birth to two daughters. If she had told me that in the first place, I swear I would never have left you alone."

"Politicians' oaths stink like dog shit," I sneered. "But I'm not an ignorant voter. I don't believe a word you say."

"I think there's a deep misunderstanding between us," Mickle said helplessly. "I want to resolve the conflict between us, but you still won't give me the chance."

"There is no conflict between us, only hatred."

Mickle stood up. He went behind his desk and pulled an envelope out of a drawer and handed it to me.

"These are the letters your mother wrote me. I think you should read them," he said, "When I first met your mother, it was at a party. I admit I fell in love with your mother the first time I saw her. We both had families. When Mikeal found out, he told me he didn't mind that I was having an affair with her. He even supported us being together. It didn't take long for her and me to fall in love. She had repeatedly threatened me with death to ask me to divorce my wife. Although I had thought about it, I was afraid that my wife wouldn't be able to handle the shock because she was sick at the time, so I refused her request. Then I was sent to Afghanistan to fight in the war, and when I came back, she had severed ties with me. Eva, many things are not what you think. About the recording, your mother made it to get back at me. I want you to give me that tape. I'll give you anything you want."

That's what he wanted to talk to me about tonight. He wanted the recording of my mother's death and my forgiveness.

I opened the envelope, which contained several letters. I read every word.

Dear Mickle, my love.

I've fallen in love with you and I can't live without you. I need you. I want to be your real wife. I told Mikeal I had to divorce him. I want you to divorce your wife as soon as possible. I'll be waiting for you. If you don't live up to my expectations, I will not only be sad but I will take revenge on you.

Love, Serena.

Almost every letter was my mother's expression of love and miss for Mickle. There is my mother's signature on every letter. Although I can't believe that this is my mother's letter, I am very familiar with the signature on the letter.

That's my mother's signature, no doubt. I can't make a mistake. I couldn't accept the fact that I was wrong about Mickle.

I held the stack of letters in my hand and mused. Was this really my mother's way of revenging Mickle?

No. Not like that.

I remember how desperate she was right before she died, and I distinctly remember her jumping down the tall building in front of me. She wanted to be free. She wanted to be a free butterfly.

I remember her arguing with Mikeal every night after I fell asleep. I remember the tears streaming down her face.

I looked up at Mickle and walked up to him and hugged him.

"I'm sorry, father."

He patted me on the back. "It's all right, my daughter."

I stepped back and looked into his eyes, and for a moment I saw the muscles of his mouth curl up slightly. It was a smirk, the kind that comes with a plan.

The micro-expression didn't lie. He thought I'd actually believed his lie.

"Do you think I'm an idiot?" I tore the letters one by one and threw them on the ground in front of him. "My mother never signed her letters with the name of Serena. Her nickname is Lily."

Even Mikeal knew about this. My mother would only use Lily as her name whenever she wrote to anyone. There is no doubt that these signatures, while similar to my mother's notes, are all fake.

"You're very clever. But the idea of forging your mother's letter was put forward by your sister," Mickle said, finally revealing her true colours. "Maybe we should call your sister and talk!"

Mia, I should have known it was her idea.