My Husband’s Childhood Sweetheart Moved In

My husband's childhood sweetheart is gravely ill. She says her only wish is to die in his arms. So, she boldly moves into our marital home.

I demand an explanation for this, but my husband only snaps at me. "Why are you holding this against her when she already has one foot in the grave? Can't you be more magnanimous?"

I sneer at that. Half a month later, the paparazzi catch me coming and going from Novak Group's heir's villa.

My husband demands an explanation with bloodshot eyes. I imitate his previous response. "Why are you holding this against him? Can't you be more magnanimous?"

I just returned home from a business trip. As soon as I opened the door, I was surprised to see my husband, Harlan Flores, cooking in the kitchen.

Before I could say anything, my eyes were drawn to a woman in a striking red dress on the couch. Noticing the commotion at the entrance, the woman shifted her gaze from Harlan in the kitchen to me.

The moment she saw me, she stood up, walked over, and extended her hand, smiling. "Hi, Waverly. I'm Tamsin Jones, a childhood friend of Harlan's."

Hearing her introduction, I nodded knowingly before shaking her outstretched hand.

"Hello. Please have a seat."

As I walked to the couch and sat down, something about her seemed familiar, prompting me to take a second look. In an instant, I remembered where I had seen her—on my wedding day with Harlan.

She had sat in the audience back then. Her face was as pale as snow, and she had tears in her eyes as she looked at Harlan with deep sorrow.

Before I could exchange pleasantries with her, Harlan emerged from the kitchen carrying two light dishes and placed them on the dining table.

He didn't seem to notice that I was back from my trip. Without so much as glancing at me or Tamsin on the couch, he said, "Tammy, come eat. I made light dishes that you can enjoy."

After speaking, he turned around. He wore a smile, and his gaze was fixed directly on the woman beside me.

His eyes shifted slightly the next moment and finally landed on me sitting on the couch. I could see the shock in his eyes. It was as if he hadn't expected me to return so soon from my trip.

A hint of unease flashed across his expression. "When did you get back? Why didn't you let me know?"

I waved my phone. "I sent you a message this afternoon."

He walked back into the kitchen, grabbed an extra set of tableware, and replied dismissively, "Oh, maybe I didn't notice. Come and eat."

Tamsin, beside me, stood up first and walked to the dining table. Before she could pull out a chair, Harlan quickly put down the utensils in his hands and helped her with the chair.

I felt an inexplicable sense that something was off as I watched their interaction, though I