My Husband Despise Me, His Boss Wants Me.

Genevieve's point of view.

"Hey, thief, take it off! That's my mother's favorite gold necklace!" my stepson, Kelvin, yelled, making everyone in the Grand Hall whip their heads toward us.

"Kelvin, this is not—"

"Haven’t you had enough? You killed my mother and married her husband. Isn’t that enough? Why are you stealing her things too? Do you really want to be like my mother so much?"

I shook my head desperately. "I'm not trying to be like her."

Kelvin scoffed.

"Don’t think you can replace my mother because you successfully killed her. My father and I hate you. You should leave our family before it's too late!"

Murmurs erupted in the crowd as everyone was pointing fingers at me.

"How dare she try to take her sister’s place?"

"What if she killed her sister just to marry her husband?"

"Is she planning on killing the boy too? Is that why the boy hates her?"

"How desperate can she be?"

My eyes searched the crowd, looking for my husband. I finally found him, and I waited for him to say something... anything in my defense. But I was just daydreaming—he would never defend me.

"Her mother would be so ashamed to have a murderer as a daughter," a woman in the crowd said.

Humiliation consumed me. With tears brimming in my eyes, I ran out.

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Reaching my room, I slammed the door behind me and collapsed on my bed as I unleashed my tears.

Everyone thinks I killed my sister, but that's far from the truth.

My stepsister and I were on a trip together, then we met with an accident, and she gave up her only chance of survival for me and her son—he was seven at that time.

Kelvin was too young to be motherless. My stepfather and mother begged me to marry Fred, my stepsister's husband, so that I could legally take care of Kelvin until he turned fourteen. But Kelvin thought I killed his mother to marry his father.

Like father, like son—Fred also hates and blames me for the death of his wife and therefore takes out his frustrations on me.

I reached for my phone and dialed my mother’s number. "Mom," I cried into the phone.

"Oh, honey, why are you crying? What’s wrong?" she asked.

"I'm done, Mom."

"You're done with what?"

"Kelvin, he..." I choked on my words. "I'm getting a divorce tomorrow."

I heard her gasp quietly. "You can't. Kelvin is still young, he can't—"

"He's fourteen, Mom," I cut her off. "He's no longer a baby anymore. I've done the best I can and..."

I was startled as my door burst open, and Kelvin barged in with a sinister smile.

"Why are you hiding here? Don’t want the world to know you're a snake?"

"I've got to go," I whispered to my mom and hung up.

I wore a weak smile as I faced him. "Kelvin, you shouldn't ruin your father's event simply because you want to tarnish my