The Return of the Disguised Princess

Chapter 1
Draven Byron’s funeral had just ended.
Amelie stood in the rain by Draven’s gravestone. She didn’t hold an umbrella, and the rain ran down her hair, salty and bitter.
“Amelie, you killed Draven. The proof is concrete. Stop being a phony and crying.”
Leila Aylward, who could barely be regarded as a distant relative of the Byron family, looked sad.
A servant held the umbrella for her while she pointed at Amelie and shouted.
Amelie sneered and did not answer.
Macey Aylward slowly approached and slapped Amelie on the face.
“Draven’s medicine was changed. You were the only one who went to his bedroom before he died. What do you have to say?”
The rain fell on Amelie’s red and swollen cheek, making her even more painful. Yet she simply glanced coldly at Macey, her eyes
ice–cold. She didn’t bother to explain at all.
“I didn’t kill Draven.”
Amelie thought, I have been married to Lamont for five years. During the whole time, I have done nothing but dedicate myself.
However, the Byron family still loathes me.
Macey, my mother–in–law, is one of the people who hate me the most. She wants Leila, her niece, to give birth to a baby for
Lamont, and then she can righteously kick me out of the Byron family. In her eyes, I am so lowly.
In the entire Byron family, Draven was the only one who was nice to me.
Now that Draven passes away, everyone can bully me without scruples.
Well, I can put up with it. I can pretend that it’s not a big deal. I don’t care.
The only one I care about is Lamont.
Amelie wiped her face and looked at Lamont, who was sitting coldly in a corner of the room.

“Lamont, you believe in the, right?”
Lamont’s eyes were cold and indifferent, and he did not even glance at Amelie.
She thought, his handsome face is the same as when we first met, and it is still so cold.
I’ve been his wife for five years, and his attitude toward me has never changed.
He treats me as if I were a stranger to him.
I have been on my knees for hours, but I still refuse to give in.
However, his gaze stabs my heart so deeply, and the pain is killing me.
“Lamont, you know better than anyone how I treated Draven these five years. How could I possibly kill him?”
It was only then that Lamont looked at her.
Yet there was no trust in his eyes, not even the slightest sympathy.
His eyes were as cold as ever.
“There’s no point in quibbling.”
His lips parted slightly as he said these words, making Amelie’s straight spine tremble.
She thought, Draven was bedridden, and I took care of him by myself. The Byron family had plenty of money, yet they didn’t
even want to get him a carer.
I did all the dirty work.
As long as I can be around Lamont, as long as he is happy, then I’m happy as well.
Now that Draven is dead, and I’m slandered, all Lamont thinks is that I am quibbling?
Macey, who was at the side, sneered.
“What a bumpkin. Sure enough, you are a woman from some remote village. You are so short–sighted. Do you think that just
because Draven is gone, you get to inherit the Byron family’s property?”

The surrounding accusations were nothing but harsh, but all Amelie could think of were
Lamont’s words.
She stifled the dull pain in her heart with all her might.
“I have been taking care of everyone in the family for years, and I have handled all the group’s affairs well. How could I kill
Draven for the sake of family property?”
Lamont sneered, “A woman like you can do anything.”
His cold voice was filled with disgust, and his contempt and indifference towards
Amelie were so obvious.
At that second, Amelie could almost hear the sound of her heart breaking.
She thought, for Lamont, I gave up everything to marry into the Byron family. I have dedicated myself to the Byron family for five
years without complaint, and I have been treated as a maid. However, Lamont still doesn’t trust me at all.
I can’t believe he agrees with such a ridiculous reason.
He actually thinks I killed Draven for the money!
Amelie gritted her teeth, her scarlet eyes filled with fury as she questioned him.
“Lamont, what am I to you?“