Chapter 24 I asked coolly , " Do I need your permission to be in my own home's closet ? " Yasmin's face twitched slightly , but she quickly forced a smile . " You've misunderstood , Ms. York . Tim bought me a lot of clothes on this trip , and I'm just worried there won't be enough space here . " I glanced at the bags filled with high - end designer brands and said coldly , " You can make some if there's no space . If you can squeeze yourself into someone else's relationship , a few clothes shouldn't be a problem for you . " The smile on her face faltered . Then , she looked down at the scarves in her arms , the ones I'd knitted for Timothy , and tossed them into a nearby trash can . She then pointedly said , " Instead of squeezing things in , it's better to toss out outdated stuff that doesn't suit Tim's taste . " She continued sorting through the sweaters I had made for him , which were stashed away in a corner . She remarked casually , " I don't even understand why these things are in Tim's house . They're so low - class ! " I thought about how my parents had sung Yasmin's praises , and suddenly , I felt like her actions were utterly ridiculous . I snatched the sweaters and scarves from her hands and said , " Low - class clothes can at least keep someone warm , but a low - class person is trash , no matter where they go . " When she would show up at the York residence next week with Jonathan , her true colors would be revealed , and everyone would know that she was trash . I rummaged through the closet , finally finding the suit I needed for my afternoon interview . I also took all the sweaters and scarves I had made for Timothy with ine . As I left the closet , Daphne walked in , gushing to Yasmin , " Mommy , your clothes are so pretty ! You look like a fairy in this dress ! " Yasmin , as if deliberately making sure I was within earshot , said , " Daddy bought them all for me . " I smiled bitterly and tossed the " outdated clothes " that meant nothing to Timothy into the clothing donation bin by the villa's entrance . They would mean more to me now , being worn by a homeless person than by Timothy ! When I returned after donating the clothes , Timothy was in the living room . He spoke when he saw me . " Do you have time tomorrow ? We can bury our daughter . I had Jason pick out a good plot . " I stopped and stared blankly at him , taking in his flawless features . Was I still asleep , or was he ? Why was he only remembering our daughter now ? That day at the cemetery , I stood alone , watching that tiny urn being buried while waiting for a father who never showed up . I held back the urge to cry and asked , " Didn't we agree on Friday for the burial ? Why didn't you come back ? " Timothy's gaze flickered slightly . He said flatly , " Something came up abroad . " I scoffed . " Something came up , huh ? Like treating Yasmin's dog for a tummy ache ? " His expression darkened . " It wasn't about that . " 1/2 Chapter 24 +25 BONUS " Ha . Do you even see how hypocritical you've become , Timothy ? " I looked at the face that had once captivated me , now feeling utter disappointment . " Yasmin talked about it on her Instagram , so why bother denying it ? Now that we've reached this point , is it even worth your time lying to me ? " I couldn't bear to look at him anymore and turned to head to my room . After a few steps , I remembered something and turned back to say , " My daughter has already been buried , so don't waste your time on her anymore . From now on , your only child is Daphne . " I returned to my room , taking a long time to calm down . Fortunately , the morning's drama didn't affect my performance during my interview that afternoon . I performed well enough . Two days later , Pulse Media posted the results of the interviews online . I had gotten the job and would be on probation for six months . This was the only thing worth celebrating in a long time . On my first official day at work , I woke early to the sound of crying and fussing . It turned out it was also Daphne's first day of kindergarten , but she refused to go . Timothy patiently coaxed her and held her gently . He was usually so cold , but he showed Yasmin and Daphne his tender , doting side . My lips curled into a mocking smile . As I brushed past them , Timothy's gaze , tinged with curiosity , landed on me ! After all , I hadn't left the house this early since he had gotten me fired from my last job : So , seeing me in business attire and with light makeup caught him off guard . Laura noticed me leaving and asked , " Mrs. Grant , why are you leaving so early ? Do you have something to do ? " " Yeah . I need to attend to something , " I said vaguely , not wanting Timothy to know that I had found a new job . I reported to the HR department at 7:50 am and was told to report to the department's director . To my surprise , the director of the news division was my college roommate and rival , Christine Moore . Back in college , she and I often competed for the top two spots in our major . In our final year , I had earned the only guaranteed graduate school spot assigned to our major . However , I had given it up to marry Timothy and fulfill my mother - in - law's wish to give her grandchildren . That spot had ultimately gone to Christine . I remembered the look she had given me back then . It was a mixture of shock and disdain . It was as if she were saying that I was a lovesick fool . Now , four years after graduation , I had endured a marriage that had left me scarred . My rival , on the other hand , had landed the journalism job I had always wanted and was even my boss . Reality was ruthless and ironic . As I stood lost in thought , Christine spoke , her tone dripping with mockery . " What's this ? Are you in an unhappy marriage ? Are you forced to work because your husband isn't giving you any spending money ? "