How greedy Charles was!

I married Charles with a villa worth 20 million dollars, invested another 10 million dollars to make him CEO, and gave birth to a son for him, but he wanted to kill me.

He thought Melanie's child was his and switched his son with someone else's. What a fool!

How could he hurt his son? Bastard!

A week ago, Melanie said that she had recovered and wanted to help take care of my son to earn some money.

That was our agreement before.

I was curious why Melanie never posted pictures of her baby on social media. After all, every mother loved showing off her baby.

Melanie had sent me a picture of her baby sucking fingers.

At that time, my mother, sitting next to me, saw the picture and asked me, "Why are you photoshopping your childhood photos?"

I gave birth half a month earlier than the due date. When my water broke, Melanie was frightened. I had a natural birth, while Melanie had a cesarean section. Both of us gave birth to sons.

The hospital was chosen by Charles. At that time, my parents were taking care of my grandmother in New York. Only Charles and Melanie's husband, Matthew Davis, stayed with us.

Love was blind. I only suspected that Matthew and Melanie switched children. But I never doubted Charles. I even was afraid that Charles, who was on a business trip, would worry, so I planned to figure it out by myself and tell him when he came back.

Charles treated Matthew as a good friend and thought Matthew and Melanie were a fake couple.

Matthew was our driver. I took his hair for a paternity test with my son Logan. The test result confirmed that Matthew was Logan's biological father.

When I wanted to tell Charles, I discovered their adultery.

After having a baby, I installed surveillance cameras in several places in my house, but I haven't had a chance to tell Charles. He has been on business almost every day for a month. Taking work as an excuse, we rarely chat on WhatsApp.

Charles was confused and foolish.

He used all his wisdom on me and played me around like a fool.

No wonder when I stayed in the same maternity hospital as Melanie, she always ignored her son and looked after my son every day.

When Charles named my son, he looked at Melanie and said affectionately, "How about Logan?"

At that time, I was full of joy, but now I feel disgusted with myself at that time.

I scanned Melanie's Instagram page to show off their love.

[Today, my honey put down his work to buy my favorite desserts on West Street. I'm touched.] Melanie posted some pictures of desserts and Charles's Rolls-Royce Cullinan.

[My honey gave me some money and let me buy whatever I wanted.] She added a blurred image of transferring money.

There were many posters about their sweet love.

I wanted to slap them, but I couldn't do it now.

My parents have been finding my poor child. For the safety of my child, it is better not to scare them off. I would settle accounts with them when my son was found.

My thoughts were interrupted by the phone ringing. It was Charles.

"Hey, Vane, I'm on the way. Is there anything else dad and mom need?" asked Charles.

"No, dinner is ready, quickly," I urged him.

Charles was wearing a light blue shirt today, his eyes were bright and shining, like a sophisticated and elegant gentleman.

During the meal, he handed my brother a black card and said, "Frank, you just came back from abroad. I'm afraid you won't be used to domestic cuisine. I asked my friend to get you a VIP card from Elonna Dining. The restaurant opened a few years ago, very popular. You can get a 40% discount by this card. Go eat with your friends when you have time."

Frank raised his eyes and continued to lower his head to enjoy his food, saying lightly, "Elonna Dining belongs to my parents. I don't have to pay."

Charles awkwardly took back his card and looked at me with complaint, "Vane, why didn't you tell me?"

It was of course to protect his self-esteem.

If he knew that my family was much wealthier than he imagined, I didn't know if he would do these foolish things.

I smiled and said, "We agreed to achieve something by ourselves."

Charles nodded repeatedly, "You're right. My company is on track now. I will provide you and Logan with a happy life by myself."

Frank's lips curled up, with a mocking smile on his face, "By yourself? Where does the money for your business come from?"

Seeing Charles didn't say anything, Frank said sarcastically, "If it weren't for Vane, would you think you could win 10 million dollars by lottery tickets?"

Frank added, "Everyone in your industry knows that you are my dad's son-in-law. Do you think that you have abilities? Your projects were all because of my dad."

With a smile on Charles's face and his left hand clenched tightly under the table, he said, "I'm lucky to have her."

I felt satisfied and pretended to blame Frank, "Hey! Don't talk to Charles like this."

After dinner, Charles peeled an apple for me with his slender and well-defined fingers. I said, "Just let Mary peel it."

Charles smiled indulgently and said to me, "It's my honor to prepare fruit for you."

Perhaps because of these details, I fell in love with Charles.

During college, Charles was the most handsome boy in our department, but he ignored all his fangirls and claimed to have someone in his heart.

In the first semester of our junior year, he spent a lot of money to buy two front-row concert tickets and invited me to go with him.

But after that, he still ignored me.

Later, I heard someone saying that the two tickets cost his living expenses for his entire semester.

To take care of his self-esteem, I pretended not to know that he only had one dish for every meal. I gave money to every chef and told them to add some dishes for him, saying that it was leftovers from the day.

I was afraid that his part-time job would earn a little money and influence his schoolwork, so I had my servant squat at the school gate to stop him and arrange for him to tutor kids for 500 dollars per hour every day. Of course, all the money was from me.

At the graduation ceremony, he came over with a red face and wanted to take a photo with me.

He didn't dare to hold my hand, so I held his hand, gave him a bright smile, and confessed to him, "Charles, I love you."

After marriage, I wanted Charles to be a department manager at my father's branch company.

He refused, saying that he didn't want my family to look down on him, and decided to start his own business to give me a comfortable life.

I felt sorry for him and took out my money to help him. I begged him for a long time before he was willing to accept the money.

Now I realized how stupid I had been.

But Charles was a good actor.

He didn't buy a house and pick up her mother in the countryside until the second year after starting her own company.

Charles said, "My mother was vulgar, but you grew up in a wealthy family. I didn't want you to be bothered by the contradictions. When I make some money, I'll buy a house for my mom so that she won't affect our lives."

Charles was such a good partner. But he had an affair under my nose and even wanted to kill me.