Marriage With A Evil Heart

Sure enough, the bunch of keys was in this drawer, and I was overjoyed.

It was my habit to keep important things in the second drawer on the right side of the desk.

Robert had grown accustomed to this habit after living with me for so long.

I took out the keys and first went to unlock the safe. I used the same password as I had on his computer, and the lock clicked open.

Inside, there wasn’t much-some cash, foreign currency, a box containing a few of my precious pieces of jewelry. However, what caught my attention the most was a stack of documents.

I felt a sudden nervousness and, with trembling hands, reached in and pulled out the pile of papers.

As my gaze touched upon those documents, I was shocked.

At the top were mortgage contracts for assets, including the company’s equity, a piece of land we had considered for building a factory, several properties (including personal ones under my name), my car, and even the villa where we lived. Ironically, I saw two mortgage contracts for the villa. Upon closer inspection, I realized it had been mortgaged twice.

My heart sank, and a chilling feeling enveloped me. What on earth was this damned Robert trying to do?

Beneath these contracts, I found two of my insurance policies. The coverage was significant, including critical illness and accident coverage, with Robert listed as the beneficiary.

While every family member had a policy, mine had the highest coverage. Of course, all the beneficiaries are him.

I became more and more terrified. The policies dated back a few years, and I vaguely remembered that after giving birth to Charles, Robert did arrange for a comprehensive health check for me.

Could it be that during that routine insurance check? And then I…?

Tears uncontrollably streamed down my face. This beast.

If I died, with just these few documents, he could become immensely rich overnight. Moreover, no matter how I died, these two insurance policies ensured he would receive compensation.

I quickly photographed all the contracts and anxiously locked everything back.

The profound silence around me intensified the indescribable fear. I sat on the floor, feeling helpless, in what was supposed to be a warm and happy haven, now revealed as a place filled with hidden dangers-a gaping maw ready to swallow me whole.

After taking a deep breath and calming down for a while, I finally got up. I opened each drawer one by one and, at last, found what I was looking for. I recognized this bag with a prominent red logo on it. It was right there, also in the second drawer on the right side. While I was focused on finding the keys, I hadn’t paid attention to this document beneath.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

It was an investigation report, and the target of the investigation was Sheel Pharma. The results were detailed, and in the shareholder list, I saw my father’s name.

Sheel Pharma!

Did Robert target Sheel Pharma before going to Southend?

Suddenly, in the midst of the silence, a sudden ‘clatter’ broke the quiet. It startled me, and I quickly and discreetly put the document back into the bag and returned it to its original place, restoring everything to its initial state.

Panicking, my mind raced through the worst-case scenarios. I cautiously approached the door of the study, leaned against it, and listened carefully. There seemed to be no signs of anyone waking up.

Summoning up my courage, I opened the door gently, and everything was once again calm. I took a deep breath and silently walked out, returning to the door of the master bedroom. Slowly pushing it open, a ‘meow’ came from Button inside.

I tiptoed in, glancing at the large bed where Robert was still snoring. Bending down, I picked up Button, gave it a few strokes, and it nuzzled into my arms affectionately. This little guy must have noticed I hadn’t been in the room for a while and came out to find me, knocking something over in the process.

I patted its head, it scared the hell out of me just now.

Holding Button, I quietly got into bed, letting out a sigh of relief. Just as I was about to sleep, Robert on the other side turned over. It seemed like the effects of the medication were wearing off, and he could wake up at any moment. I instinctively kissed my cat.

This cat truly was my guardian angel.