The servants had told me before that Emma had once helped Martin out during a rough patch, so he was always at her beck and call.
The Green family, however, never allowed her, an actress, to officially enter their home, so she could only remain his unattainable 'white moonlight.'
She clung to this favor, continuously trying to make me give up my position as his wife.
As for her, I had no plans to confront her.
Even the strongest relationships can't withstand a decade of constant strain.
5
A year had passed, and Martin's two children had fully accepted Emma as their stepmother.
Over the past six months, every time they caused trouble, their superstar stepmother would clean up after them, which only encouraged their unruly behavior.
The 13-year-old, in particular, was growing up without any sense of right and wrong.
While other children their age were receiving elite education, Martin's children were making a name for themselves in the entertainment industry.
Even young Angela had started following in her father's footsteps, managing the upkeep of trending celebrities at such a young age.
Emma, on the other hand, was at the peak of her career as an actress, with endless opportunities ahead.
But now, instead of honing her acting skills, she was stuck cleaning up after two children every day.
She hadn't landed a new role in over half a year.
Every time something went wrong, she'd protect Martin's reputation, only to be rewarded with new enemies. In exchange, she'd act coy and get herself a new purse or a bit of pocket money.
In my previous life, during this same period, I was wholeheartedly arranging the best tutors for them.
I taught them horseback riding, golf, and took them to elite social events.
Yet, they never appreciated it and would mock me instead.
"You, with your small-minded ways, don't know anything about high society. Let me tell you, the events Auntie Jones takes us to, those are real galas—full of celebrities!"
No matter how hard I tried to explain that I was doing it for their own good, they never accepted it.
Now, they've finally gotten their wish, attending those high-society events they longed for.
5
That day, Martin, who hadn't been home in a while, returned.
He wanted to discuss which school to send his children to.
In my previous life, I had chosen an elite institution for them, costing tens of thousands of dollars annually.