A Night with Her Cruel Mate

Jean looked around the rented house. It was as dirty as a garbage dump
Afraid that Jean would get angry, Mandy smiled to give her some reassurance. "Please don't mind the mess. It will be very tidy
after thorough cleaning."
Mandy walked towards Jean and tried to hold her hand. Her eyebrows furrowed when she spotted the injury on her hand.
Hastily, she asked, "What happened?"
"It doesn't matter." Jean dodged the question.
Mandy smiled bitterly in response and looked at her empty hand. She couldn't help but say, "Jean, why didn't you tell me that you
came back? I could have cleaned the house in advance."
"Come on!" Jean sneered. "I would be more than happy if you wouldn't gamble anymore."
"What else can I do?" Mandy narrowed her eyes at Jean. "I am already old enough. My children are no longer around. Even
Aron has left me, and I really don't know what else I can do."
While she was saying this, she tried to squeeze out a few tears, but failed in her attempt.
Jean rolled her eyes in contempt. She could see through Mandy's obvious trick. "Stop acting in front of me. Do you think I'm as
idiotic as Julia? While Dad was still alive, you were gambling every single day. If I hadn't covered up for you, then you would've
been caught a long time ago."
Only Julia was foolish enough to think that Mandy was so affected by her husband's death that she used gambling to numb
herself.
In fact, Mandy was just an innate gambler.
A tinge of embarrassment flashed across Mandy's face. She looked at the girl in front of her and was reminded of herself when
she was Jean's age. "Jean, how long are you planning to stay?" she asked.
"I am not leaving," Jean answered.
"If you don't go, then he—" Her eyes widened at Jean, shocked that she almost blurted out a secret.
Fortunately, Jean interrupted her. "Shut up. I already know what I should be doing. You don't need to worry about me."

"Look, as your mother, I still care about you..." Mandy replied with a wry smile.
Ignoring Mandy, Jean raised her wrist to look at her watch. "It's already lunch time, why don't we go out to eat?"
"No, we don't have to do that. There is still food left in the fridge. It's been a while since you last tasted my cooking. How about
—"
"No, thanks," Jean interrupted impatiently. She looked at Mandy with a frown. "I've already reserved seats for us."
Jean was unwilling to eat in Mandy's messy house.
Hearing Jean's impatience and annoyance, Mandy didn't protest anymore. Silently, she followed Jean into the restaurant.
Jean had booked a private room for them. After ordering, she looked at Mandy and asked, "Have you and Julia been in touch
recently?"
With a dry smile, Mandy answered, "Julia is a superstar now. Would she still remember her mom?
A month ago, she gave me two hundred thousand dollars. But I lost the lot in a few days. I will be calling her again to ask for
more money.
By the way, Jean, you are staying in a hotel, right? How about this? I can Julia for more money and you can rent a house."
"Did she give you money every time you asked for it?" Jean asked, her eyes widening in surprise. She didn't expect Julia to be
so filial.
"Yes." Mandy nodded. "Julia always gives me money. Even if she looks cold, she is still a dutiful daughter. She was the one
taking care of me while you were abroad all this time."
"Are you blaming me for not supporting you?" Jean asked, raising her eyebrows.
"No, no. I didn't mean that..." Mandy waved her hands to brush off the accusation. "I can support myself for the time being. I don't
need you to support me at all."
Jean curled her lips in response and replied, "I won't leave this time. Three years ago, Terence almost went bankrupt. I drugged
Julia so that they slept together. And I didn't need to marry him. But I didn't expect that his company would rebuild itself and
become so much more successful than it was before. It seems that Julia has gotten the upper hand without even doing
anything."

The thought of Terence being her brother-in-law made Jean's blood boil in anger. If she had known that he would become
successful again, then she wouldn't have given up her engagement to him.
"Exactly." Mandy sighed. "But I heard that Terence has seldom come back home during the past three years. I think she's having
a hard time."
"That's because she couldn't win the man's heart," Jean scoffed. "I came back here to take back what belongs to me."
"What do you mean?" Mandy asked, frowning.
"Terence belongs to me. Even though Julia has stayed by his side for the last three years, she failed to win his heart. So she
can't blame me for stealing him away. He wanted to marry me in the first place. I strongly believe that I can win his heart."
"Do you want to... be the other woman?" Mandy was taken aback.
Jean frowned and asked, "What do you mean by 'the other woman'? I just want to take back what belongs to me.
Besides, as soon as I came back, Terence divorced Julia. Since he's single now, I don't see anything wrong in pursuing him."
"Jean, there is something I haven't told you yet," Mandy began. "In fact, Julia was the woman Terence was supposed to marry."
"Are you kidding me?" Jean scoffed, obviously not believing Mandy. "I was already engaged to Terence three years ago. We
were preparing for the wedding. Now, you're telling me that he was supposed to marry Julia? You've got to be kidding me."
"I'm not kidding. I'm telling the truth." Mandy looked at Jean with a serious expression. "Terence came to our house, saying he
wanted to marry Julia. He is good-looking and was born into a rich family, so I begged your father to replace her with you. When
Terence got to know the truth, he got upset and demanded that we correct the mistakes we made."
Although three years had passed since the incident, Mandy still shivered when she thought about how Terence had gotten so
furious that night.
It was so terrible.