Chapter 12 I panicked and hurriedly shut my laptop . Timothy slowly walked into the room with his rosary in his right hand . He looked as cold and refined as always . He glanced at my laptop , but fortunately , he didn't suspect anything . " Let's talk , " he said as he sat before me . I felt wearier than I'd ever been and nodded . " Alright . " He offered no apology or explanation for what Yasmin and Daphne had done . Instead , he said icily , " I don't want a repeat of what you did - trashing the chapel . You're an adult , so you need to learn to control your emotions . " My hands balled into fists by my sides as I shot back , " And what about you ? You committed domestic abuse . You laid a hand on me . Did you manage to control your emotions ? " Timothy replied , " You were hurting Daphne then . I just wanted you to calm down . " The rage and resentment that had flared up in me were doused . They turned to sheer helplessness . " Please leave , Timothy . I'm ... I'm tired . I want to sleep . " By the end , my voice was almost pleading . " Can't you just let me go ? I'm exhausted . " He had already destroyed the thing most dear to me . Why did he have to come and stab me in the heart again ? Timothy's cool gaze fell on the urn . He reached out a trembling hand , as if to touch it . But I moved it away . > His hand froze in mid - air . I looked him in the eye and said , " You're unworthy , Timothy . " A flicker of anger crossed his face , but he said nothing and left my room . The following day , the villa's living room was filled with laughter and chatter again . All morning , Daphne played hide - and - seek with a few young maids . Their faces were unfamiliar to me ; I'd never seen them before . When I asked Laura about them , she said that Timothy had hired them specifically to entertain Daphne . The tragedy of my daughter's urn being broken the night before seemed as if it had never happened . I was the only one grieving and in despair over it . C I looked at Timothy , who sat on the couch while twirling his rosary . His eyes followed Daphne's every action . My thoughts drifted to a long time ago , when I used to be the one he looked at with such care . It was too bad all those beautiful memories had been worn down by years of marriage . They had been blurred into a lifetime of sorrow . The living room had a new carpet . Laura sighed softly and whispered to me , " That vixen said the carpet was bad luck after being tainted by the ashes and that it would be bad for the child . Mr. Grant had it replaced . " I smiled mockingly . " That's fine . It should've been changed a long time ago , anyway . " 1/2 Chapter 12 +25 BONUS Everything in this house , including me , would be replaced in a month . Just then , Daphne saw me . She seemed to remember me hitting Yasmin last night , and her eyes filled with fear . She stopped playing hide - and - seek and ran straight into Timothy's arms . He naturally scooped her up and fixed an unreadable gaze on me . Then , he said , " Let's eat . " He headed to the dining room , holding Daphne like she was his treasure . A sharp pain pricked my heart as I slowly followed after them . Yasmin didn't join us for breakfast that morning . She was probably too embarrassed to show her swollen face in public . She was supposed to be a glamorous star , after all . I looked at the vegetarian breakfast spread , which killed my appetite . My anemia seemed to be worsening . My head spun on and off , and I felt as if I were teetering off balance as I walked . At that moment , a maid brought out another breakfast . It was a lavish children's meal with ham , fried eggs , and meat . Daphne's eyes lit up at the sight of the meat , and she ate with gusto . Timothy patted her head fondly . " Slow down . No one's going to take it from you . " ' She pouted and pleaded , " Daddy , can Mommy eat meat like me , too ? Please ? " She clasped her hands and batted her eyes at him , turning on the charm . His icy expression softened with indulgence . " Alright . I'll allow it for you , okay ? " " You're the best , Daddy ! " Daphne leaned forward and kissed his cheek . I stared at them dazedly , unable to stop my imagination from running wild as I wondered whether Timothy would have doted on my daughter like this if she hadn't died . It was an answer I would never get .