Mrs. Dragon scolded me for treating her favorite partner in crime, Monica, so badly.
"I threw that piece of trash out like the garbage she is and didn't bat an eye," I retorted.
"She's also a member of this family, and you have no right to treat her the way you just did," the old Dragon snapped.
"I have every right," I shot back. "I don't want to see that woman in my house ever again." But then she started to laugh at me.
"What makes this house yours? Just because you're married to my son?" she sneered.
The old Dragon was beginning to show her true colors. Was she tired of pretending already?
"I don't want Monica coming to this house because of Henry. She's his bedmate, and you know it. Don't deny it," I said, my voice cracking as tears welled up.
I accused them both of judging me without even listening to my side of the story, without bothering to understand why I reacted that way toward Monica. Then, I ran upstairs to my room.
I cried as I ran, knowing it would only take five minutes for Henry to come running to me. Sure enough, 4 minutes and 40 seconds later, Henry was knocking at my door. He came in after knocking several times without getting a response.
As soon as he saw me packing my bags, he rushed toward me, stopping me from packing. I pretended to be angry and left the room, heading into King's room to pack his clothes. Henry followed me there too and stopped me from packing King's clothes.
I tried to move on to the next room, but he held me back and wouldn't let me go.
"Just calm down, will you?" he said, shaking me gently.
When I finally calmed down, he started to apologize for the way his mother had spoken to me.
"Of course, this house belongs to you, and you have every right to act the way you want here. I don't know what happened between you and Monica that made you treat her the way you did, but I know you must have had a good reason. Am I right?" he asked, rubbing my shoulders gently.
I nodded. Slowly but surely, I would finally have Henry all to myself. He would be my biggest weapon against the Dragon.
I knew he still loved Monica, but I would do whatever it took to make him fall out of love with her.
As he rubbed my shoulders, he tried to kiss me, but I pushed him away and went back into my room, closing the door behind me.
How dare he try to kiss me? He had never once told me he loved me, but I'm sure he's told Monica he loves her on several occasions.
Thank God I held myself back from kissing him.
I stayed in my room and waited for Mrs. Dragon to leave. When I confirmed she was gone, I snuck into her room and began searching the place.
As I searched, I prayed earnestly for any clue or sign that would lead me to my son's whereabouts.
But there was nothing. No sign or clue that could help me find him. My heart felt heavy with sorrow. Tears streamed down my face. What do I do now? I sobbed, contemplating whether to bring it up with Mrs. Dragon.
As I was about to give up and return to my room, I noticed a handbag hanging on the wall. Mrs. Dragon used to carry this bag around a lot, but now she doesn't take it with her anymore.
Instinctively, I took the bag from the wall and opened it. Inside, I found a black recorder, and instantly, I recognized it as the one I had lost the day Monica almost killed me.
I quickly pressed the play button and heard everything I had recorded that day. I was ecstatic.
"Finally, something I can use against Monica," I said, unable to contain my excitement.
I could use this to threaten Monica and make her reveal where she had taken my son.
I couldn't help but wonder why the old Dragon had the recorder instead of Monica. So, they didn't trust each other after all.
I heard a faint sound, and before I could turn to see who it was, Mrs. Dragon spoke.
"What are you doing in my room?" she asked, her voice filled with anger.
I didn't turn around immediately, as I was still holding the recorder. I quickly and discreetly placed it back in the bag, then turned around with a forced smile.
I clasped my hands behind my back to hide their shaking. I could feel sweat soaking through my clothes.
"Didn't you hear me? What are you doing here?" she demanded again, moving around the room, checking to see if I had taken anything.
As soon as she entered the bathroom to check there, I quickly grabbed her handbag from the locker where I had placed it and hung it back on the wall.
I could finally breathe again and felt more composed to answer her questions. I told her I had come to apologize for the way I had spoken to her earlier.
"I know you weren't aware of the affair between Henry and Monica. I only said that because I was angry," I said, smiling. But she didn't smile back; her expression remained serious. It was clear she wasn't buying my act. Perhaps she suspected something.
I said I would be leaving, but as I reached the door, she told me to stop.
At that moment, my sweating intensified, and my heart pounded as if it wanted to burst from my chest.
I screamed internally for my legs not to give away my nerves." Not now, you fool. Not now." Thankfully, they didn't.
The moment I felt her hand on my shoulder, I thought it was over. I had been caught before my revenge even began.
But once again, fate was on my side. Do you know what the old Dragon stopped me to say?
"I knew Monica was my son's bedmate from the start. Now that you're aware, why disturb the peace of the whole house? If you don't like your husband sleeping with her, you're free to divorce him. And stop sneaking around in other people's rooms." She pushed me out of her room and slammed the door.
She finally dropped the pretense. Gone were the days when she pretended to love and care for me.
She changed completely after I returned to the mansion with the triplets she and Monica sold to that crazy couple.
She will pay for this. I swear on my life.