Indeed, this is the moment she’ll exact vengeance on her spouse. A week ago, she overheard his conversation with his mistress, and that’s when her plan took shape…

I think people will find that intriguing. Fine, Ms. Caroline suddenly agreed. What do you want? I want to know who is buried there, where I go every year.

There’s no one there. I simply paid the cemetery administration, and they allowed me to construct a small grave there. And the death certificate, my friend who works at the registry office issued it.

I see, Ms. Caroline. There’s one thing I don’t understand, how could you stoop so low? That’s your granddaughter, and you didn’t hesitate when you did all of this. And you convinced Kevin too.

No one persuaded him, Ms. Caroline wearily said. If you must know, he asked me himself. Miranda, you have to understand, the child was weak, sick.

Why burden my son with that? You and he made the decision. I couldn’t not support my son, especially since he was right. What could come of such a child? Only a profound invalid.

A normal child came of it. And Vivian is almost healthy. By the way, thank you for giving her the name I asked for.

It was Kevin who insisted, he got sentimental, Ms. Caroline waved her hand. Miranda, I hope you won’t stir up trouble. What’s done is done.

You and Kevin are living a good life. Just continue to live like that. A good life? Are you sure? Miranda scoffed.

Your son is cheating on me. Didn’t you know? I didn’t know. With my best friend.

And he even wanted to have me committed to a psychiatric hospital to seize my apartment. Oh, Miranda. But that’s surely not true, Ms. Caroline gasped and paled.

For her, all of this was truly news. Unfortunately, it is true, Miranda sighed. Well, I’ll be going, Ms. Caroline.

Miranda, just calm down. Everything will be fine. Of course, it will.

But now you and your son need to make sure I don’t report you. What do you want? A divorce? But I think now Kevin won’t object to that. A divorce, but that’s not enough.

I need money, a lot of money. My daughter needs surgery, and even selling my apartment won’t solve that problem. And where will I live with my daughter after that? Yes, I plan to take her out of the orphanage.

Miranda paused, relishing the sight of her mother-in-law growing pale. Your apartment will cover some of it, at least it’s something. Besides, Kevin has savings.

He wanted to take my property for himself. Well, that won’t work now, but he’ll have to say goodbye to his savings. And yes, most importantly, I’ll need the money within two weeks.

Miranda, how is this possible? How can I sell my apartment and live on what? You also live off Kevin’s salary. Not anymore. I intend to completely change my life, and your Kevin, as well as you if you don’t want to end up in prison, have to find the money.

I need 17 million, saying this, Miranda left her mother-in-law’s apartment, leaving her in a panicked state. Yes, Miranda knew that Ms. Caroline was calling her son at that moment, and they were already figuring out how to respond to Miranda. But that was the least of her worries.

She knew she was right. Miranda decided to spend the night in a hotel. She was already in her room when Kevin called her.

He was furious. What are you doing, he shouted into the phone. Making up some nonsense about the child, scaring my mom.

Have you completely lost your mind? The psychiatric hospital is definitely crying for you. And the prison is crying for you. By the way, greetings from Mr. Thomas.

He told me everything about how you forced him to work for you, Miranda calmly replied. Who is Mr. Thomas? Kevin choked. Come home quickly.

We’ll talk about it here. Sure, I will, Miranda smirked. I’ll be home when you’re not there, but before that, don’t forget to pay me 17 million.

That’s exactly how much your daughter’s treatment costs, Miranda paused, then added, Kevin, I don’t understand what you are, a human or an animal. Even animals don’t treat their offspring like this. And you abandoned, lied, and even now, when you were approached for help, what did you do? Just handed out some pocket change, a mockery, 10,000 when a huge sum is needed.

Yeah, why do I need this child? It was clear from the start that she would be miserable. I don’t need a disabled child. I’m the editor of a well-known publication and in my family, who knows what.

And you decided to discard such a child from your life? Well, from mine too. Yes, I’m your husband and I have the right to decide. Oh, so that’s how you’re talking now.

Miranda exclaimed. And then you decided to slowly push me out of your life. And who are you? A chicken, a dumb chicken.

Andrea. She’s beautiful, smart, cheerful, and she can definitely give me a healthy child. After her five abortions.

Miranda smirked. Oh, didn’t she tell you? Well, she can’t have children. Oh, Kevin, you’re devastated.

Well, I hope you’ll get over it somehow. Anyway, I’ve said it all. You owe me money for everything I’ve been through.

No, not just me. The money is needed for your daughter’s treatment. If you don’t do it, I’ll move forward.

You’ll put me in prison? Prove it. I’ll prove it if necessary, Miranda quietly replied and hung up. She spent the midnight hours thinking.

It seemed like she had done everything right. She was quite persuasive. Kevin wouldn’t be able to wriggle out of it now, but one thing troubled her.

If her husband behaved so brazenly, maybe he wasn’t taking Miranda’s words seriously? Yes, she would go to the police and tell them everything. Perhaps they would start an investigation, but how much time would that take? And she needed the money urgently. As dawn approached, a simple and easy solution to the whole problem came to her.

Miranda appeared at the publishing house exactly at 9 o’clock. Miranda, her husband’s secretary was surprised. You’re here for Kevin, but he hasn’t arrived yet.

How did you miss each other in the same apartment? No, I’m here to see Mr. Miller, Miranda replied curtly and continued down the corridor. Although Betty clearly wanted to chat, it wasn’t the time for that now. Mr. Miller, the owner of the publishing house, happened to be present today…