Sasha sat at the vanity with her slender figure gracefully dressed in a red gown. With her elegant makeup that brought out the exquisiteness of her pale complexion, she looked as delicate as a budding red rose.
Yet, there was an uneasiness in her almond-shaped eyes.
Her eyes were slowly drawn to the man on the large bed. She walked over and carefully watched his face.
Dexter's deep-set features stood out on his chiseled face, and he exuded a majestic aura of nobility.
His skin was unusually pale from spending all that time indoors, but his handsome face made one unable to take their eyes off of him.
If he were not sick, Sasha would have never become his wife.
Seven years of loving him in secret, she finally married to her love. However, her husband, who used to hold Avonsville in the palm of his hand, did not have much longer to live.
She sat stiffly next to Dexter and watched his striking features. She stretched her hand out and waved it in front of his eyes.
"What's on your mind, Dexter?" she asked, but there was no response. She lay down next to him, still feeling unsettled. After a while, she heard the sound of her own sigh.
Nine in the morning the next day, Daniel took Sasha to the old mansion to visit Dexter's mother, Rosalie Foster.
Amongst the Foster, only Nancy had a prejudice against Sasha.
"How was Dexter?" Rosalie asked worriedly.
Sasha recalled Dexter's handsome but unresponsive face.
"No wondered I had a bad dream!" An annoying female voice sounded. Sasha didn't have to raise her head to know who it was.
"Nancy, how could you be so rude? Sasha's your sister-in-law! You should greet her when you see her!" reprimanded Rosalie as she frowned.
Nancy snorted coldly and snapped, "I don't care! She's just a woman who married Dexter for his money."
Rosalie's face fell. "Not another word or you'll feel my wrath."
Nancy sat down and remained silent.
"Don't mind her. Sasha" Rosalie smiled. She looked pleased with Sasha's manners. An obedient child would be easier to control.
"I know things are hard for you, Sasha. With Dexter the way he is now, he can't treat you well. However, there's a way for you to benefit from all of this," said Rosalie as she began to reveal her plan. "Dexter is running out of time. He was always busy with work and never had the time to date. He didn't even have the chance to have a child of his own…"
Sasha stiffened upon hearing Rosalie's words.
"I'd like you to give Dexter a child and continue his bloodline," Rosalie said.
Sasha was stunned, and Nancy had an equally shocked expression on her face.
"Mom! What are you saying? " Nancy glared at Rosalie.
"Be quiet! Nancy" Rosalie snapped.
A girl like Sasha was never a choice for Rosalie's daughter-in-law. Her son Dexter Foster, had been in a vegetative state since a car crash half a year ago. His doctors said that he was not going to make it until the end of the year.
In a grief-stricken act, Dexter's mother decided to arrange a marriage for her son before he met his untimely end.
The Fosters were one of the wealthiest families in Avonsville, but no socialite in her right mind would want to marry a man who was knocking on Death's door.
"Mom, Do you even why she married Dexter. Once he's dead, She is trying to get his whole estate!"
"Nancy, I said----"
"Ring-Ring.... "
Rosalie composed herself and picked up the phone. But the moment she heard something over the phone, her legs buckled, and she fainted from shock.
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The mansion was filled with people half an hour later.
Everyone was in shock. None of them thought that Dexter would ever wake up.
"I knew you would wake up, Dexter!" Rosalie exclaimed through tears of happiness.
"It's good that you're awake, now" said Nancy "You have no idea how worried all of us were, especially Mother. She was so upset that all of her hair turned gray."
After the doctor was done checking on Dexter's condition, he turned to Rosalie and said, "This truly is a miracle! There were no signs of recovery when I checked on him last time. Now that Mr. Foster can speak, we just have to follow up with rehabilitation treatment, and he will be back to normal in no time."
Meanwhile Sasha stood at the door in stunned silence. She was too afraid to enter.
The chilling aura that Sasha exuded upon regaining consciousness was terrifying.
He was sitting up with his back against the headboard. His eyes were as sharp as a hawk's as they shot an icy glare at Sasha.
At eight in the morning the next day, Amy retrieved all of Sasha's belongings from the master bedroom and sent them to the guest room she was in.
"It's time for breakfast, Madam," said Amy "Master is already in the dining room."
"Later!" Sasha grimaced.
"You need to have breakfast. Come on, now! He didn't even get mad when I told him that Madam Rosalie likes you!" said Amy.