As soon as I walked in, I saw two familiar figures sitting intimately on the sofa.
"Daniel, your cooking is so delicious."
Isabella's coy voice stabbed at my nerves. Matthew was four years old, and Daniel had never cooked a meal for him.
Whenever I asked him to spend time with Matthew, he always said he was busy.
But whenever Isabella called, he'd drop everything and rush to her side.
I turned to go upstairs, and Daniel, catching sight of me from the corner of his eye, let out a cold snort.
"Charlotte Miller, you're really something, making up any lie just to ruin Isabella's birthday party."
In Daniel's eyes, I was nothing but a liar.
He believed I had manipulated James into forcing him to marry me, I had used dirty tricks to get pregnant, and even Matthew's death from a heart attack was just another one of my lies.
My heart was dead. Ignoring him, I continued heading upstairs.
Behind me, Isabella, stroking her large Chow Chow, attempted to provoke me.
"Sorry, Ms. Miller. When you called Daniel last night, I actually wanted him to come home, but he insisted on spending the night with me for my birthday. I wanted to eat his cooking today, so he brought me here. I hope we didn't disturb you?"