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Ten years of marriage.
	Known since childhood.
	Yet, he felt he had never known her.
	What he saw was a loving and gentle wife. But what he heard about her from others had always been different.

	One said she married him for his money.
	One said she seduced a Prince behind his back.
	One said she spiked her sister and sent her to a man’s bed.
	One said she tortured the servants behind his back.
	One said…
	He had heard many such things but never believed anyone.

	Until one day, he saw how she scolded his brother, slapped his sister-in-law in the face, and pushed his nephew into the pool.
	He couldn’t take it anymore and asked for a divorce but she rejected to his face.
	Then he heard the news that she obtained the shares of their company and was about to overturn his brother’s position.

	“How did she turn into a scheming wife?” he asked, not really expecting any answers.

	But he got a chance. He woke up to the day he got married.

	He thought it was his chance to get rid of the woman from his life. He would save his brother and his family from his ‘wife’. He will get a divorce from her.
	But…
	Why couldn’t he get rid of this wife at all?
	Had she been so scheming all her life? Clearly not.

	In this life, he started seeing her life the way he had not seen before. From her perspective, she had shed tears without him knowing.

	He realized that he had been a bad husband all along.

	Suddenly his life changed from trying to divorce her to changing her ‘fate’.
	Who would win in this battle?
	Her fate of becoming a scheming woman? Or his determination and … love?

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Awakening of the Scheming Wife

Helena knew Vernon's talent as well.

So, she used the chance to slip away slowly and went upstairs towards her Mother's study.

She had a study of her own in the villa, and even after her death, the room stayed the same without disturbing anything.

If Mother Ford had something to hide, she would definitely keep them in that room instead of her bedroom.

So, Helena entered the room. When she saw the family portrait of three on the desk, her eyes watered.

She took the photo frame and used her hand to clean the dust covering the glass.

Her finger lingered on her mother's smiling face and she softly mumbled, "Mom." Her lips trembled as the tears tried to leave her eyes, which she fought against.

She took a deep breath and placed the picture back on the desk. She started to search all the documents on the desk first, and then in the drawers.

Then she went to the cupboards and went through the things inside.

Heavy? No!