In the end, the bedroom Casey chose was the one I lived in at that time. She looked at Miquel pitifully.
“Miquel, I like this bedroom, but it looks like someone has lived in it. Could it be Carla's bedroom?
“But it's okay, I'll just change it."
Casey deliberately sobbed twice, trying to make herself appear more pitiful.
Miquel smiled and scratched her nose. After a while, he said, "Since you like it, this bedroom is for you to live in. I'll ask her to move out later."
Casey took the initiative to hug Miquel's waist and rubbed her head against his chest twice before saying, “Thank you, Miquel. I knew you are the best."
Miquel’s flustered face was like a knife stabbing my heart.
We were obviously husband and wife, but why did their intimate appearance at that moment made me feel like an outsider?
At that moment, the resentment that had been accumulating in my heart for a long time gradually erupted.
"When I lost my child, you were accompanying her to see the doctor. The trending searches about me being kidnapped were also to suppress the rumors about her.
“Who exactly is your wife, Miquel? Why should I move out?"
Miquel saw me arguing with him, he looked at me with displeasure on his face.
The sweet appearance he had shown towards Casey just then disappeared and when it was his turn to look at me, there was only coldness and impatience in his eyes.
"It doesn't matter if you lose your innocence at the age of 30. Casey is only in her early twenties and has a bright future. What's wrong with you helping her?"
I looked at Miquel with disbelief in my eyes. I couldn't believe that the man I had loved for so many years could be so cruel.
"But the person who kidnapped me was hired by Casey. If you don't believe me, I can take a screenshot and show it to you."
As Casey heard me say to take a screenshot, she was shocked.
Because when Casey sent me the message, she just wanted to provoke me and make me quarrel with Miquel, which could make us get divorced.
Seeing me looking through my phone for chat records, Casey started crying and pretending to be pitiful.
“Miquel, don't believe what Carla said. How could I possibly frame her?"
Seeing Casey crying, Miquel could no longer sit still. She hugged her in her arms and kept comforting her.
I found the chat history, I put the phone in front of Miquel, trying to let him know everything.