A few people pulled me apart with all their might and the moment my hands completely escaped from the door, the hearse drove away.

As I watched the hearse getting farther and farther away from me, I finally could not hold on any longer, I closed my eyes and lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, I was in the manor of the Roberts Family. Madison was standing by my bed with red and swollen eyes.

Seeing me open my eyes, Caesario’s sister quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Serena, are you awake? Do you want some water? Are you hungry."

I tried to force a smile, but tears rolled down the corners of my eyes.

"Madison, please let me go, I have nothing left now."

Her body was taken aback, as if she had made up her mind about something and spoke softly.

"Okay, I'll go talk to Grandpa."

Watching Madison leave the room, I could not hold back any longer and cried loudly, covering my eyes with the back of my hands.

I came to the Roberts Family when I was six years old. Caesario's grandfather, Leander Roberts and my grandfather, Oliver Heuken were old comrades-in-arms. They had a life-and-death friendship.

When I was three years old, my parents passed away and I was raised by my grandfather and when I was six years old, my grandfather also passed away, then I no longer had any relatives in this world.

It was Leander who brought me back to the Roberts Family and raised me as his own granddaughter.

I had to say that over the years, both Leander and Madison had treated me very well, like their own granddaughter and only daughter-in-law.

So for the past seven years, no matter how bad my husband was, I stayed at home peacefully, doing housework and raising children for him.

I used to think that all I had to do in my life was raise and take care of my twin son and daughter.

But now, I had nothing left.

I did not know how long it passed, but Madison walked into my room again.

"Grandpa asked you to go find him in the study room."

When I walked into the study, Leander sat on the old rocking chair and looked at me with eyes full of heartache.

"Dear, I've heard everything. It's my stubbornness that has delayed you over the years."

"Your son and daughter will be cremated tomorrow. When the funeral is over, you can leave if you want. It was that brat who betrayed you. He is not worthy of you."

I did not say anything and just nodded to the old man.

I bent down and watched tears fall onto the floor. I was grateful to the Roberts Family for raising me for more than twenty years, but I had no way to forgive Caesario, let alone to be his wife for the rest of my life.

So, I had nothing to say, not a single word.

Leander sighed deeply.

"Alright, you can go back to your room."

As soon as I returned to the room, Caesario walked in and sneered at me.

"What? Are you rushing to the manor to complain to Grandpa? Serena, do you really think that if you can coax my grandpa, I will listen to you in everything?"

"I really don't understand. Since Grandpa likes you so much, why don't you just marry my grandpa? I don't mind calling you Grandma."

The moment I saw Caesario, the hatred in my heart almost consumed me. I wanted to kill him and make him pay for the lives of my children.

But the next second, I heard the voices of my children.

"Mom, where's Dad? Is he busy at work again today? We haven't seen him in many days."

"Although he doesn't like us, we still miss him so much."

"Mom, we love you so much and we love Dad too."

These were the last words my son said to me when I brought the two children out of the basement.

"Mom, don't blame him. It's us who made him unhappy. Don't quarrel with him because of us ...."

I took a deep breath, without looking at Caesario again, turned around and walked to the bed and sat down.

Seeing that I ignored him, he was furious. He grabbed my wrist and threw me onto the bed.

He pinned my hands above my head.

"Why are you pretending to me? Didn't you ask Grandpa to let me come back? Why are you unhappy when I'm back now?"

As he spoke, he lowered his head to kiss me, but I could not break free and could only bite his lips hard.

He was in pain, then suddenly turned over and sat up.

"Are you crazy? What are you pretending to be a chaste and virtuous woman now?"

"Serena, you have so many tricks up your sleeve now. You said Chris and Chloe were trying to be rescued and forced me to come back. But when you found it was useless, you came to the manor to complain and asked Grandpa to put pressure on me to come home. Now that I'm home, you're playing hard to get again."

"In order to win my heart, you even ignored Chris and Chloe. Anyway, where are they? They are only five years old. In order to win my favor, you left them alone at home. You really have a vicious heart ...."

I clenched my hands tightly into fists and interrupted his words in a cold voice.

"Chris and Chloe have passed away."

His body suddenly froze, but after a moment, he burst into laughter.

"Serena, I really underestimated you. You can say anything to win favor."

After saying these words, Caesario did not even look at me again, he got up and walked out to the door.

The moment he opened the door, he spoke in a cold voice.

"You were the one who rejected me. Don't go to Grandpa and cry about me ignoring you, otherwise I will find you even more disgusting."

After the man left, the room returned to silence. I wiped my lips hard, trying to wipe off the scent of him that was on me.

Caesario and I had loved to each other.

On the day of my sweet seventeen birthday party, Caesario, who was twenty years old, stood in front of me, with a blush on his cheeks.

"Serena, will you be with me?"

"Don't worry, I will treat you well."

Looking into his evasive eyes, my heart softened and I immediately nodded.

In the following two years, Caesario almost held me in his palm, wishing to pluck all the stars in the sky in front of me.

Until I was twenty years old, Leander called us over.

"Caesario, Serena, you have both reached the age to get married. I will choose a good day to hold your wedding."

From that day on, Caesario's attitude towards me took a sharp turn for the worse and he looked at me with impatience and disgust.

I did not know what I did wrong and he did not explain to me the reason.

A year after we got married, I was pregnant and he was even more unreasonable. He stayed out every night and openly brought his childhood sweetheart out in public, not caring at all what others thought of me.

It was not that I had not cried and made a fuss before, but Caesario just looked at me with a disdainful and cold smile on his face.

"Whether it's Ms. Roberts' position or children, I've given you everything you want. What else do you have to make a fuss about?"

"Serena, do you know? Your tears only make me sick."

From that day on, I no longer looked for a reason, nor did I care about my husband fooling around outside. I just focused on raising and taking care of my children.

After seven years of marriage, he did not love me or my children.

I thought that the days would pass slowly like this and as long as I had my children around me, my life would always have hope.

But now, I had even lost my children.

Early in the morning, Leander and Madison took me to the funeral home.

When my son and daughter were pushed into the cremation room, tears streamed down my face, but I kept biting my lips tightly without making any sound.

Madison looked at me with worry on her face.

"Serena, if you feel uncomfortable, cry out. It's okay."

I shook my head without making a sound.

Leander stomped the cane in his hand, making a loud bang sound.

"What about that troublemaker! Where would he, a father, go on such a day today?"

There was a flash of anger in Madison's eyes, then she glanced at me guiltily and finally spoke in a low voice.

"I called Caesario, but his phone is turned off."

When the staff came out carrying two urns of ashes, the old man tried to take them with trembling hands.

I took the lead in holding the urns in my arms, my eyes empty as I spoke.

"Leave it to me, they are my children."

Leander wanted to say something, but I fell to my knees in front of him.

"Grandpa, your kindness to me is greater than a mount, but they are my own son and daughter, I beg you ...."

When I said this, my throat felt a little tight, but I still held back my sobs and spoke softly.

"They are my own. In this life, they will not be buried in the Roberts' tomb, nor will they be members of the Roberts."

Leander frowned lightly and Madison held him, looking at me with a look full of heartache.

"Okay, Serena, you are the mother of the children, it's up to you to decide."

I looked at Caesario’s sister with gratitude, walked out of the funeral home holding the two urns and went straight home.

I also wanted to take the children's things away. I did not want any trace of them to remain in that cold house.

Just as I pushed open the door, a rustling sound came into my ears.

"Oh, don't do this. I just got pregnant and he doctor told me to be careful."

The man's voice was filled with a hoarseness of lust.

"Okay, okay, I'll be careful. Don't worry, I won't hurt our precious child."

After a moment, the enchanting sounds of men and women filled the entire living room.

They were making love in the master bedroom. I could not go in to pack up my things right now, so I could only stand there in a daze, listening to the sound of their lovemaking.

I did not know how long it took, but the two finally came out of the master bedroom.

His childhood sweetheart, Emma Nolte had a smug look on her face, but her words were affected.

"Oh, Serena, when did you come back? It's all Caesario's fault. He said the kids were all in kindergarten and insisted on bringing me back. I'm sorry, Serena."

Caesario walked out from behind her and put his arm around her waist.

"What's the point of telling her this? What right does she have to ask about what's going on between us?"

"Alright, let's go. Aren't you hungry?"

From beginning to end, Caesario's gaze never fell on me for a moment.

I moved aside to make way for them.

Just as he passed by me, he finally saw the two urns of ashes in my arms.

"What's that thing, gray and fluffy? You're still holding it in your arms. You don't even think it's disgusting."

After saying this, he hugged Emma and left home.

I lowered my head and looked into my arms, gently wiping the surface of the box.

"It's okay, Dad isn't talking about you, don't take it to your heart."

After carefully placing the urn on the coffee table, I began to pack up the children's things one by one.

Clothing, toys, drawing boards.

There was a painting on the canvas that my son had not had time to finish.

I trembled as I took the canvas off the standing canvas. There were four big, crooked words written on the canvas.