Thanks to a year of my careful guidance, the school made an exception and accepted them due to their achievements in horseback riding.
Once enrolled, however, they constantly lagged behind academically.
Martin would blame me for choosing a poor school, claiming it ruined his children's future and wasted money on the most expensive school.
Little did he know, if not for my connections, the headmaster would never have allowed them in.
It was a coveted school, with many people clamoring for a spot.
Yet, they saw it as a slight, only harboring more resentment.
I suppressed the urge to mention the school and instead pretended to be deep in thought.
"I'm not sure. Maybe we should ask Miss Jones for her opinion."
Martin gave me a suspicious glance before turning and leaving the house.
The next morning, after a night away, Martin returned, having chosen the same school from my past life.
This time, it was Emma who had pulled some strings.
Martin came back reeking of her perfume, his shirt stained with the lipstick Emma liked to wear.
The strong fragrance on his body made me cough.
"Miss Jones really is careless, ruining such an expensive shirt with her lipstick," I commented.
For the first time, Martin looked at me seriously, making my skin crawl.
"Gloria, you're my wife. Are you really getting jealous over something so trivial?"
I stifled a laugh, thinking he might have caught on to my ploy. But no, he just thought I was meddling.
"Of course not. Miss Jones is so kind. With her around, I feel reassured," I said sweetly.
He was appeased, tossing me a stack of cash for spending money before leaving, not forgetting to add, "This is what I like to see—my wife being understanding and mature. You'd do well to be a smart woman."
7
After enrolling in the school, the children performed even worse than in my previous life.
Their grades hit rock bottom, and they were ranked last in the entire class.
They also failed miserably in extracurricular activities.
It wasn't long before they realized they didn't quite belong in the same league as the other wealthy heirs.
When Martin received a call from the school, he had never imagined his children could perform so poorly.
The teachers even subtly suggested he might want to find a school better suited for them.
For the first time, Martin began to feel dissatisfied with Emma.
I watched as he angrily dialed her number, questioning her.