The Lust Of My Husband

At the top of the stairs stood two men, one standing one step behind the other, who was obviously the assistant.

And the one standing at the front was wearing a straight suit with an upright figure and a gentle smile on his face, who looked easygoing but had not the slightest glimmer of a smile in his eyes but rather a detachment.

He...

He was Timothy!

Juliana's gazed fixedly at Timothy with tears welling up in her eyes.

It was the person she had wronged in her previous life!

Juliana looked at Timothy and recalled what Wendy had said to her before she had been killed.

"It was Stewart and me who got Uncle and Auntie killed. And it was also us who threw your brother into the sea to feed the sharks."

"But you thought it was Timothy and hated him to the core. Yet you got engaged to Stewart, who has murdered your own family and entrusted him with Sanchez Group. Don't you fear that your father wouldn't be able to lie still in his grave?"

Juliana watched as Timothy gracefully came down from the stairway, only feeling as if a knife were being twisted in her heart, full of remorse.

In her previous life, before she had turned twenty, she and Timothy had been as close as brother and sister. He had loved and cherished her as a sister while she had relied on him as her own brother.

For her, Stewart had been her fiancé while Wendy and Timothy had been her family and she had been happy.

But everything had changed after she had turned twenty, as she had learned by chance that her parents had not died accidentally, and with Wendy's help, all the evidence she had found pointed to the fact that Timothy had been the murderer.

No matter what Timothy had done for her, she had still hated him and had even tried to kill him several times even after he had been shot and narrowly saved from death to save her!

Only before she had died had she learned that Timothy was not the killer but Wendy and Stewart!

The only person who really loved her and cared for her was Timothy!

Now that she had been reborn as Juliana, how was she going to tell Timothy that she was Miranda?

How was she supposed to tell him that Wendy and Stewart had killed her?

Would he believe such a crazy story?

Not many people were present at the dinner today. There were only about twenty or thirty people and they all looked at Timothy.

He seemed easy-going, but the cold detached look in his eyes and the reserved, unapproachable aura emanating from him made others shrink back.

Timothy walked up to Juliana, intending to question her why she was making trouble.

But he saw Juliana's starry eyes with tears in them looking straight at him like that, very pitiful and touching.

Such teary eyes made him panic and at a loss what to do.

The question that Timothy had on his lips changed as soon as it came out, "What's wrong? Who made the trouble to upset you?"

Timothy himself froze as soon as the words came out.

In this world, no other woman's tears would make him panic and leave him at a loss for words, except Miranda's tears.

But the woman in front of him made him panic in an unexpected way.

Was it because there was a moment when she looked like Miranda with tears in her eyes?

Juliana inhaled and held back her tears. She said lightly, "No, it's just that the wind is a bit strong that makes my eyes uncomfortable."

She was not Miranda but Juliana now.

Timothy might not believe what she said, and it would alarm Wendy.

However, she had so many things she wanted to tell Timothy. She wanted to know what Wendy had done with that fake recording after her death and whether Wendy had fooled him.

She had too many questions in her mind.

Seeing that Juliana was calm and polite, Timothy withdrew his gaze and said, "Okay", indifferently.

She was not Miranda and he would not look for a replacement for her.

Nobody could replace his Miranda!