Loving Me Too Late

Henry shook his head like a madman.

He looked up at me dazedly as if searching for something to refute my words, but he was left speechless.

"If he was truly one of a kind to you, you wouldn't have ignored him, nor would you have forced me to donate blood. You'd rather

make chicken soup for Queenie than spare us even a single glance."

As soon as I finished speaking, the door to the ward was pushed open.

Queenie walked in, teary-eyed. She immediately put on her innocent act.

"I always knew that you hated me. If you hated me so much, then why did you even donate blood for me? It would have been

better to just let me die rather than live and continue to disgust you."

As she spoke, her gaze remained fixed on the distraught Henry.

In the past, whenever she said things like this, Henry would always rush to defend her.

Unfortunately, Henry himself was already in despair as he sat on the floor stiffly. His mind was buzzing.

I made no effort to hide my

disdain and nodded openly, showing my undisguised dislike for Queenie.

From the moment I could remember, I had always given in to her.

Yet, she

always delighted in tormenting me. She was unable to tolerate me having anything of my own.

She even had to go after my husband.

"Queenie, is this all you ever say? Aren't you tired of repeating the same line over and over? Because I'm certainly sick of hearing it! Can't you come up with something new, something with a little more creativit Each word I spoke made Queenie's expression twist.

She gritted her teeth and stared at me. Never before had she suffered such humiliation in my presence.

Hatred burned in her eyes as she ran to Henry. Pitiful tears hung at the corners of her eyes.

"Henry, look how she's treating me!"

Before Henry could say a word, I let out a cold laugh.

“He's your brother-in-law; where's your morality? How can you keep clinging to

him and entangling yourself with him like

this?"

Hearing that, Henry hurriedly pulled his arm away from Queenie's grip and turned to me uneasily.

"Honey, don't misunderstand. There's nothing between me and Queenie. I only see her as a sister."noveldrama

When Queenie saw how desperately Henry was trying to distance himself from her, her gaze toward me instantly filled with hatred.

I curled my lips into a mocking smile and added fuel to the fire.

"Yeah,

sees

And

sees you as her brothe

not that doesn't mean she

, do you really see Queenie

as just a sister?"

Henry froze in place. His eyes revealed a trace of fear as he looked at me.

I hadn't planned to tear things apart so quickly, but after everything that had happened, I had reached my limit.

And now that I had lost the baby, there was no reason to continue this sham of a marriage.

"Henry, we-"

Before I could finish, Henry

is,

Ime with a hysterical

"Honey, just rest!

I talk about it at bohatever it

He stood by my bedside helplessly and looked at me like a lost child. He was looking at me with a desperate plea He no longer cared about Queenie standing behind him.

I raised an eyebrow at Queenie in feigned triumph.

Realizing she was being ignored, Queenie glared at me with murderous resentment.

But she knew she couldn't do anything to me, so she resorted to her usual tactic- bringing in our parents.

It was her go-to move for years.

I watched her every action without stopping her, letting them enter the ward.

It was time to put my plan into motion.