Where do I begin? I need money and power to go up against the dragons.
Turning lies into truth is the dragons' specialty.
It's impossible to get any secrets from Mrs. Dragon because she is too rigid and tight-lipped. The only person I could really use is Henry, but how do I go about it?
If only I knew this earlier, I would have pretended to be interested in whatever he was saying that day he was at our company and would have just agreed to whatever he wanted. He would have been my surest link to getting access back into the dragons' mansion.
After King's nanny took him to school, I headed to work. As soon as I got there, I was told the director was looking for me, so I quickly went to his office.
I was surprised to see Henry there. The director told me that Henry had invested all the money he promised today, and it's all thanks to me.
I smiled and said, "If you don't need me for anything else, I'll get back to work."
I excused myself and left. Not even five minutes later, Henry came to find me and requested that I come with him for a little chat.
"I'll get fired," I told him, but he insisted, saying, "No one dares to fire you." I quickly agreed to follow him outside. He was making my plan too easy for me.
"So tell me, what exactly do you want from me?" I asked.
"I want you to move back into the mansion," he replied, arrogance personified.
"Just like that? And why would I do that?" I asked, trying to act tough.
"Because you're still my wife, that's why."
Imagine the audacity. Shouldn't he be mopping the ground with his tears and buying me truckloads of flowers to apologize after everything he did to me?
How easy it is for him to demand I return to that evil house. Anyway, I've already made up my mind to use Henry to fight his mom and that wicked witch Monica.
"Okay, I will. When do you want me to move back into the mansion?" I said.
He was surprised at how quickly I agreed. You haven't seen anything yet, Henry Dragon.
"Tomorrow, if that's okay with you. I'll come pick you up," he said.
The next day, I waited for Henry to pick me up, but he never showed up.
Three days later, Henry called me and apologized for not showing up that day. He then told me that there wouldn't be any need for me to come back to the mansion after all and that his lawyer would bring the real divorce papers for me to sign this time.
"Do I at least get to know why you changed your mind so suddenly?"
He paused for a second before speaking. "I called a family meeting and told them about my plan to bring you back to the mansion."
"So how did they take it? Did your mom object? What about your brother?" My curiosity piqued.
He told me that neither of them objected, but they weren't excited about the news either.
"So what seems to be the problem then?" My impatience was taking over.
"That night, Monica came around and told me something. She said she was pregnant. My mom heard about it, and you know the rest."
Of course I know the rest. She told you not to bring me back into the mansion but to divorce me and marry that wicked witch Monica.
I could bet my liver that Monica is not pregnant. I'm sure Mrs. Dragon told her about the plan to bring me back into the mansion, and they concocted this lie to stop it.
Now my plan of using Henry to destroy the dragons has been ruined because of this charade.
After the day the nurse revealed that Mrs. Dragon had stolen my babies, I hired a private investigator to help me find my children, but I haven't received any positive news since.
Almost every night, I wake up and find it hard to go back to sleep because of the pain of losing my children.
Mrs. Dragon, Monica, and the whole Dragon family are the reason for my sorrow.
I made a new friend back when I was in Australia. She relocated to the US two days ago. I'm so glad to have Beatrice here with me; she was a great help to me back in Australia.
I told Beatrice about my plan for revenge on the Dragons. She didn't have a problem with that, but she was concerned when I told her I would take my son, King, to Henry to force him to change his mind about marrying Monica.
She got really pissed and told me I wasn't thinking straight, and she was right.
"I know you want the children that were stolen from you so badly, but not at the expense of King's safety." The look on her face made me feel stupid and guilty.
I must have lost it. How could I think of endangering my son's life all in the name of revenge?
I quickly changed my plan and came up with another one.
This time, I'm going to the Dragons' mansion without my son. I intend to have Beatrice look after him for a month. Yes, a month is all I need to take down the Dragons.
King's teacher called me to come to his school. She told me my son was very sick.
I was really scared when I heard that King was sick. I don't know what I would do if anything ever happened to my son.
I quickly took permission from my boss at work and headed to his school at once.
When I saw him, I could tell the teacher was right. He looked very sick. I held his hand, and we started heading home.
As we were about to cross the road, we saw a little boy being chased by a man in his late fifties.
The little boy was running toward us, looking terrified. The man chasing him seemed to be his father, and by the way he staggered while running, it was clear he was drunk in broad daylight.
King and I tried to get out of their way, but as fate would have it, the little boy and King suddenly collided.
Everything happened so fast.
King fell to the ground and started crying, bleeding from the nose. This made me almost lose my senses. I got really pissed and grabbed the little boy, aiming to spank him for hurting King.
Why did he have to bump into King even when we tried our best to move out of the way? And now look what he's done to my boy—there's blood all over his nose.
But as I was about to hit the boy, I saw his face. Immediately, I dropped my handbag because my hand began to shake.
"How can this be?" I said out loud, scared and startled at the same time.
"Am I dreaming or is this real?" I said while still holding the kid.
The look on my face was that of someone who had seen a ghost.
But King, who was still on the ground but no longer crying, said to me, "Mom, I think he's my brother. He looks exactly like me."
King was right; the boy looked almost identical to him.